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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 

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COMPILED BY 

EDWIN A. BEDELL 



NEW YORK 

MAYNARD, MERRILL, & CO 

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Copyright 
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1890 

Copyright 

By CHARLES E. MERRILL & CO. 

1892 

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Press of J. J. Little & Co The J. M. Armstrong Company 

Astor Place. New York Music Typographers 

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PREFACE 



The Church Hymnary is the outgrowth of a smaller collection prepared 
some years ago for the use of the Church and Sabbath School of which the 
compiler is a member. The value and availability of much of the new music 
have thus been proven by practical use. From the treasures of the whole 
Church, " things new and old " have been brought together ; very little of 
importance, it is believed, has been omitted, while much valuable matter not 
hitherto used in our Church Hymnals is now made available. It has been 
sought to make the Church Hymkaky so varied, full, and rich, both in hymns 
and tunes, that it would commend itself to all Evangelical Churches. 

Special thanks are due to William H. Clark, D.D., Pastor of the First 
Presbyterian Church, Bay City, Mich., Edward A. Collier, D.D., of Kinder- 
hook, N". Y., and Rev. Frederic M. Bird, of South Bethlehem, Pa., for constant 
assistance in preparing the work and for many valuable suggestions. To their 
critical taste and judgment, as well as to their painstaking labor, the com- 
piler is under many obligations. 

The Church Hyhnary is published both with and without the Church 
Psalter, a topical arrangement of the best Psalms for Responsive Reading, pre- 
pared by the Rev. Henry van Dyke, D.D., Pastor of the Brick Presbyterian 
Church in New York City, or with the Psalter following the Revised Version 
prepared by Rev. T. Ralston Smith, D.D., pastor of the Westminster Presby- 
terian Church of Buffalo, N. Y. It is believed that the increasing number of 
Congregational and Presbyterian Churches, in which Responsive Reading forms 
a regular part of Public Worship, will welcome this new Psalter designed espe- 
cially to meet their needs, and arranged so as to make its use easy and helpful. 

Permission to use hymns and tunes has been freely granted, and the com- 
piler desires to express his appreciation of their courtesy to Houghton, Mifflin 
& Co., for the use of the hymns of John Greenleaf Whittier and Oliver Wendell 
Holmes ; to Charles Scribner's Sons, for the use of No. 928 (from " Saxe Holm 
Stories," Vol. I.) ; to Denis Wortman, D.D., for the use of Nos. 702, 713, and 
971 (the last from " Reliques of the Christ ") ; to IT. C. Burnap, Richard Storrs 
Willis, George E. Oliver, Frederick W. Mills and many others — Authors, Com- 
posers, and Publishers, whose names appear in the body of the book. 

If the Church Hymkary shall be accorded by the Church at large some 
measure of the favor with which, in a more limited sphere, much of it has 
already been received, the compiler will feel thankful for the opportunity of 
making this contribution to the promotion of the Service of Sacred Song. 

Edwin A. Bedell 

Albany, September 1, 1890 



CONTENTS 



PAGE 

The Law of God v 

The Apostles' Creed ----- vi 
The Lord's Prayer vi 

HYMNS 

Divine Worship 

Opening of Service - - - - 1-46 

OfferiDgs to the Lord - - - 47-59 

Close of Service 60-76 

The Holy Scriptures - - - 77-91 

The Holy Trinity - - - 92-106 

God the Father 107-177 

Jesus Christ our Lord 

His Incarnation and Advent 178-215 

His Life and Ministry - - - 216-242 

His Sufferings and Death - 243-276 

His Resurrection - - - - 277-296 

His Ascension 297-315 

His Reign and Mediation - - 316-335 

His Second Coming - - - 336-352 

The Holy Spirit 353-376 

Salvation - 377-410 

The Christian Life 

Repentance 411-448 

Faith and Consecration - - 449-488 

Love and Gratitude - - - 489-545 

Zeal and Courage - - - - 546-583 

Aspiration 584-603 

Trial and Conflict - - - - 604-622 

Comfort and Privileges - - 623-651 

Joy and Hope ----- 652-663 

Watchfulness and Prayer - - 664-691 

The Church 692-820 

Building and Dedication - - 702-707 

Its Ministry 708-716 



Baptism --- = .. 
The Lord's Supper - - 
The Communion of Saints 
Missions ------- 



hymns 

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- 762-782 
783-820 



Times and Seasons 

Morning- ------ 821-836 

Evening ------- 837-876 

The Year - 877-883 

The Seasons ------ 884-885 

Harvest-Home Festivals - 886-891 
Thanksgiving - - - - 892-896 

National 897-902 

For those at Sea - - - - 903-908 

Marriage - 909-911 

Flower Festivals - - - - 912-915 
Children's Hymns - - - - 916-934 
Death and the Resurrection 935-956 

The Judgment 957-961 

The Life Everlasting - - - 962-994 

PAGES 

Doxologies -------- 496 

Chants and Responses - - - 497-504 
Alphabetical Index of Tunes - 505 
Metrical Index of Tunes - - 508 
Index of Chants and Responses 510 
Index of Scripture Texts - - - 511 
Index of Subjects ----- 513 

Index of Composers 516 

Index of Authors 518 

Index of First Lines - - - -521 



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As it is Written in the Twentieth Chapter of the Book of Exodus 



GOD SPAKE ALL THESE WORDS, saying, I am the Lord thy God. which 
have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage* 

I. — &hon shalt t)at)£ no other gobs before itte. 

II. — QL\)on shalt not make nnto thee ant) graven image, or any likeness of 
any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in 
the water under the earth: thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve 
them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the 
fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that 
hate Me ; and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love Me, and keep 
My commandments. 

III.— &l)cm shalt not take the $ame of the £orb ths ©oo in tfain; for the 

Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His Name in vain. 

IV. — Eemember the Sabbath-bat) to keep it holn. Six days shalt thou 
labor, and do all thy work : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy 
God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy 
man-servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within 
thy gates : for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that 
in them is, and rested the seventh day : wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath- 
day and hallowed it. 

V. — §onor tl)2 father and tl)B mother: that thy days may be long upon 
the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. 

VI.— (Jhott shalt not kill. 

VII. — &hou shalt not commit abnlterg. 

VIII.— &hon shalt not steal. 

IX. — &ljon shalt not bear false mitncss against ths neighbor. 

X. — &h°u shalt not cotJCt ths neighbor's honse, thou shalt not covet thy 
neighbor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his 
ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's. 

The Summary of the Law by our Lord Jesus Christ 

St. Matthew, xxii: 37-40 

THOU shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, 
and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And 
the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these 
two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. 



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&nb leab ns not into temptation, bnt beliver ns from evil: 
iror (Eljine is tlje kingbom, anb ttje pomer, anb tl)e giorg, 
for ever. Qlmen. 



THE CHURCH HYMNARY 



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All our praise and adoration, 

All we are, and have, and know. 

2 Here may prayer aud sins' confession, 
Perfumed by Thine intercession, 
As sweet incense heavenward rise: 
Here to contrite hearts and broken, 
Give, Lord, the secret token 
Of accepted sacrifice. 



3 On the children of affliction, 
Let Thy hands of benediction 
Drop Thy comfort from above: 
Be Thyself our hidden Manna, 
And above us let the banner 
Of Thy banquet-house be love. 

4 Thus with Thee and Thine in union, 
Glad we own the blest communion 
Of the saints' unnumbered host, 
Who with angels bow before Thee, 
And with endless praise adore Thee, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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O day of joy and light, 
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Most beautiful, most bright: 
On thee, the high and lowly, 

Through ages joined in tune, 
Sing holy, holy, holy, 

To the Great God Triune. 

2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
On thee our Lord, victorious, 

The Spirit sent from heaven, 
And thus on thee, most glorious, 

A triple light was given. 

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3 To-day on weary nations 
The heavenly manna falls; 

To holy convocations 
The silver trumpet calls, 

Where gospel light is glowing 
With pure and radiant beams, 

And living water flowing 
With soul -refreshing streams. 

4 New graces ever gaining 
From this our day of rest, 

We reach the rest remaining 

To spirits of the blest; 
To Holy Ghost be praises, 

To Father, and to Son; 
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To Thee, blest Three in One. 

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Breaks o'er the earth again, 
As some sweet summer morning 

After a night of pain. 
It comes as cooling showers 

To cheer a thirsting land, 
As shades of clustered palm-trees 

'Mid weary wastes of sand. 

2 Lord, we would bring our burden 

Of sinful thought and deed, 
In Thy pure presence kneeling 

From bondage to be freed; 
Our heart's most bitter sorrow 

For all our work undone, 
So many talents wasted, 

So few true conquests won. 

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3 Yet still, Lord long-suffering, 
Still grant us in our need 

Here in Thy holy presence 

The saving name to plead; 
And on Thy day of blessings, 

Within Thy temple walls, 
To foretaste the pure worship 

Of Zion's golden halls: 

4 Until in joy and gladness 
We reach that home at last, 

When life's short week of sorrow 

And sin and strife is past; 
When angel-hands have gathered 

The first ripe fruit for Thee, 
O Father, Son, and Spirit, 

Most Holy Trinity! 

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Open now thy gates of beauty, 

Zion, let me enter there, 
Where my soul in joyful duty 

Waits for Him who answers prayer; 
O how blessed is this place, 
Filled with solace, light, and grace. 
2 Yes, my God, I come before Thee, 

Come Thou also down to me: 
Where we find Thee and adore Thee, 

There a heaven on earth must be. 
To my heart, O enter Thou, 
Let it be Thy temple now. 

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3 Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, 
Here Thy seed is duly sown, 

Let my soul, where it is planted, 

Bring forth precious sheaves alone, 
So that all I hear may be 
Fruitful unto life in me. 

4 Speak, God, and I will hear Thee, 
Let Thy will be done indeed; 

May I undisturbed draw near Thee 

While Thou dost Thy people feed; 
Here of Life the Fountain flows, 
Here is balm for all our woes. 



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Let us now a blessing seek, 

Waiting in His courts to-day: 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 
2 While we pray for pardoning grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Show Thy reconciled face, 

Take away our sin and shame: 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this day in Thee. 



3 Here we come Thy name to praise; 
May we feel Thy presence near: 

May Thy glory meet our eyes, 

While we in Thy house appear: 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May Thy gospel's joyful sound 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 

Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints: 
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the Church above. 

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And tell the joyful story, 

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2 Soon as the morn with roses 
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And when the sun reposes 
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My voice in supplication, 

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Thine holy day's returning 

Our hearts exult to see; 
And with devotion burning, 

Ascend, our God, to Thee. 
To-day with purest pleasure, 

Our thoughts from earth withdraw; 
We search for sacred treasure, 

We learn Thy holy law. 

2 We join to sing Thy praises, 

God of the Sabbath day; 
Each voice in gladness raises 

Its loudest, sweetest lay. 
Thy richest mercies sharing, 

O fill us with Thy love, 
By grace our souls preparing 

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And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet; 
Again to Thee our feeble voices raise, 
To sue for mercy, and to sing Thy praise. 
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And all Thy work from day to day declare! 
Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned ? 
Does not Thine arm encircle us around ? 

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Alas! unworthy of Thy boundless love, 
Too oft with careless feet from Thee we rove ; 
But now encouraged by Thy voice, we come, 
Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 
by that name in which all fulness dwells, 
O by that love which every love excels, 
O by that blood so freely shed for sin, 
Open blest Mercy's gate, and take us in ! 

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When, like His own, He bade our labors confide, 

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2 Let us devote this consecrated day Friend, 

To learn His will, and all we learn obey ; Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end. 

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Thou day of sacred rest: 

1 hail thy kind return; 

Lord, make these moments blest; 
From the low train of mortal toys, 
I soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend, 
And fill His throne of grace: 

Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 

While saints address Thy face ; 
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all Thy quickening powers, 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 

And bless these sacred hours ; 
Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. 

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Lord of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair 

The dwellings of Thy love, 
Thine earthly temples are ! 

To Thine abode my heart aspires, 

With warm desires, to see my God. 

2 O happy souls, that pray 

Where God appoints to hear ; 
O happy men, that pay 



Their constant service there! 
They praise Thee still; and happy they, 
That love the way to Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 
Through this dark vale of tears, 

Till each arrives at length, 
Till each in heaven appears: 

glorious seat, when God, our King, 

Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 



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Awake, ye saints, awake 1 

And hail this sacred day: 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay : 
Come, bless the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

[8o6 2 On this auspicious morn 

The Lord of life arose ; 
He burst the bars of death, 

And vanquished all our foes; 
And now He pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruit of all His love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
And earth, in humbler strains, 

Thy praise responsive sings: 
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

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Where my Redeemer God 
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2 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
With radiant glory crowned, 

Our joyful eyes behold Him sit, 
And smile on all around. 

3 To Him their prayers and cries 
Each humble soul presents : 

He listens to their broken sighs, 
And grants them all their wants. 

4 To them His sovereign will 
He graciously imparts; 

And in return accepts, with smiles, 
The tribute of their hearts. 

5 Give me, O Lord, a place 
Within Thy blest abode, 

Among the children of Thy grace, 
The servants of my God. 

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Hail to the Sabbath day : 

The day divinely given; 
When men to God their homage pay, 

And earth draws near to heaven. 

2 Lord, in this sacred hour 
Within Thy courts we bend, 

And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, 
Our Father and our Friend. 

3 But Thou art not alone 
In courts by mortals trod; 

Nor only is the day Thine own 
When man draws near to God. 

4 Thy temple is the arch 
Of yon unmeasured sky; 

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 
Of grand eternity. 

5 Lord, may that holier day 
Dawn on Thy servants' sight; 

And purer worship may we pay 
In heaven's unclouded light. 

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Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise; 

Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King Himself comes near, 
And feasts His saints to-day; 

Here we may sit, and see Him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 



3 One day amidst the place 
Where my dear Lord hath been, 

Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasurable sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 

And sit, and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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This is the day of light; 

Let there be light to-day: 
Dayspring, rise upon our night, 

And chase its gloom away. 

2 This is the day of rest: 
Our failing strength renew! 

On weary brain and troubled breast 
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew. 

3 This is the day of peace ; 
Thy peace our spirits fill: 

Bid Thou the blast of discord cease, 
The waves of strife be still. 

4 This is the day of prayer; 

Let earth to heaven draw near: 
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there; 
Come down to meet us here. 

5 This is the first of days I 

Send forth Thy quickening breath, 
And wake dead souls to love and praise, 
O Vanquisher of death! 

John Ellerton 1868 

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Sing to the Lord, our Might, 

With holy fervor sing ; 
Let hearts and instruments unite 

To praise our heavenly King. 

2 This is His holy house, 
And this His festal day, 

When He accepts the humblest vows 
That we sincerely pay. 

3 The Sabbath to our sires 
In mercy first was given; 

The Church her Sabbaths still requires 
To speed her on to heaven. 

4 We still, like them of old, 
Are in the wilderness; 

And God is still as near His fold, 
To pity and to bless. 

5 Then let us open wide 
Our hearts for Him to fill ; 

And He that Israel then supplied, 
Will help His Israel still. 

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Thy glorious acts to sing, 
To praise Thy name, and hear Thy word, 

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And, when approach the shades of night, 

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To join in heart and voice 

With those who love and serve Thee best, 
And in Thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy 
Be every Sabbath given, 

That such may be our blest employ 
Eternally in heaven, 

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Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, 

The first and best of days; 
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, 

A day of mirth and praise. 
2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine. 

His rising did thee raise: 
This made thee heavenly and divine 

Beyond the common days. 

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To all the sheaves behind; 

And they that do a Sabbath love 
A happy week shall find. 

4 This day must I fore God appear, 
For, Lord, the day is Thine: 

O let me spend it in Thy fear, 
Then shall the day be mine. 

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And enter to Thy rest: 
Lo, Thy Church waits with longing eyes, 

Thus to be owned and blest. 

2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, 
Thy Spirit and Thy word; 

All that the ark did once contain 
Could no such grace afford. 

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 
Here let Thy praise be spread; 

Bless the provisions of Thy house, 
And fill Thy poor with bread. 

4 Here let the Son of David reign, 
Let God's Anointed shine, 

Justice and truth His court maintain, 
With love and power divine. 

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With joy we hail the sabred day, 
Which God has called His own; 

With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at His throne. 

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair, 
Where willing votaries throng, 

To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
And pour the choral song. 

3 Spirit of grace, deign to dwell 
Within Thy Church below; 

Make her in holiness excel, 
With pure devotion glow. 

4 Let peace within her walls be found; 
Let all her sons unite, 

To spread with grateful zeal around 
Her clear and shining light. 

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very God of very God, 

And very Light of Light, 
Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod, 

That so it might be bright; 

2 Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong 
Thick darkness blinds our eyes; 

Cold is the night, and we long 
That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise! 

3 And even now, though dull and gray, 
The east is brightening fast, 

And kindling to the perfect Day, 
That never shall be past. 



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And we have reached the shore 

Where Thou, our Everlasting Sun, 
Art shining evermore. 

5 We wait in faith, and turn our face 
To where the daylight springs, 

Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase 
With healing on Thy wings. 

6 To God the Father, power and might 
Both now and ever be; 

To Him That is the Light of Light, 
And, Holy Ghost, to Thee! 

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Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints I 

Our humble strains attend, 
While, with our praises and complaints, 

Low at Thy feet we bend. 

2 How should our songs, like those above, 
With warm devotion rise! 

How should our souls, on wings of love. 
Mount upward to the skies! 

3 Come, Lord! Thy love alone can raise 
In us the heavenly flame; 



Then shall our lips resound Thy praise, 
Our hearts adore Thy name. 

4 Dear Saviour! let Thy glory shine, 
And fill Thy dwellings here, 

Till life, and love, and joy divine 
A heaven on earth appear. 

5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, 
Come, great Redeemer! come, 

And bring the bright, the glorious day, 
That calls Thy children home, 

Anne Steele 1760 



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Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear 

My voice ascending; high ; 
To Thee will I direct my prayer, 

To Thee lift up mine eye : 

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone 
To plead for all His saints, 

Presenting, at His Father's throne, 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 
The wicked shall not stand; 

Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, 
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 

4 But to Thv house will I resort, 
To taste Thy mercies there ; 

I will frequent Thy holy court, 
And worship in Thy fear. 

5 may Thy Spirit guide my feet 
Iu ways of righteousness: 

Make every path of duty straight 
And plain before my face. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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This is the day the Lord hath made, 
He calls the hours His own: 

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day He rose and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell; 
To-day the saints His triumphs spread, 
And all His wonders tell. 



3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 
With messages of grace; 

Who comes in God His Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

4 Hosanna, in the highest strains 
The Church on earth can raise; 

The highest heavens, in which He reigns, 
Shall give Him nobler praise. 

Isaac Watts 1710 

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Early, my God, without delay, 

I haste to seek Thy face; 
My thirsty spirit faints away, 

Without Thy cheering grace. 

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
Beneath a burning sky, 

Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
And they must drink or die. 

3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power 
Through all Thy temple shine: 

My God repeat that heavenly hour, 
That vision so diviue. 

4 Xot life itself, with all its joys, 
Can my best passions move: 

Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
As Thy forgiving love. 

5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
I'll bless mv God and Kiug; 

Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
And tune my lips to sing. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee, 
And bow before Thy throne ; 

We come to offer on onr knee 
Our vows to Thee alone. 

2 Whate'er we "have, whate'er we are, 
Thy bounty freely gave ; 

Thou dost us here in mercy spare, 
And wilt hereafter save. 

3 Come then, my soul, bring all thy powers, 
And grieve thou hast no more; 

Bring every day thy choicest hours, 
And thy great God adore. 

4 But, above all, prepare thine heart 
On this, His own blest day, 

In its sweet task to bear thy part, 
And sing, and love, and pray. 

John Austin 1668 

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My Lord, my Love, was crucified, 

He all the pains did bear ; 
But in the sweetness of His rest 

He makes His servants share. 

COLCHESTER C. M. 



2 How sweetly rest Thy saints above 
Which in Thy bosom lie ; 

The Church below doth rest in hope 
Of that felicity. 

3 Thou,Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, 
Mak'st them a weekly feast ; 

Thy flocks meet in their several folds 
Upon this day of rest. 

4 Welcome and dear unto my soul 
Are these sweet feasts of love ; 

But what a Sabbath shall I keep 
When I shall rest above! 

5 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, 
Which binds us to be free ; 

Which makes us leave our earthly snares, 
That we may come to Thee. 

6 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, 
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ; 

I sing to think this is the way 
Unto my Saviour's face. 

John Mason 1683 



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Again our earthly cares we leave, 
And in Thy courts appear ; 

Again, with joyful feet, we come 
To meet our Saviour here. 

2 Within these walls let holy peace, 
And love, and concord dwell : 

Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 



3 May we in faith receive Thy word, 
In faith present our prayers ; 

And, in the presence of our Lord, 
Unbosom all our cares. 

4 Show us some token of Thy love, 
Our fainting hope to raise ; 

And pour Thy blessing from above, 
That we may render praise. 

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Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here : 
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray ; 
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. 

WALTHAM L. M. 



2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, 
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain; 
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, 
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed: 
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; 
Turn not, Lord, Thy guests away 

Reginald Heber 1820 
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Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing ; 
To show Thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all Thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
O may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless His works, and bless His word ; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, 
How deep Thy counsels, how divine 

4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, 
When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wished below ; 



And every power find sweet employ, 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

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All people that on earth do dwell, 
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : 

Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, 
Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 

2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, 
Without our aid He did us make : 

We are His flock, He doth us feed, 
And for His sheep He doth us take 

3 O enter then His gates with praise, 
Approach with joy His courts unto : 

Praise, laud, and bless His name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 
His mercy is forever sure : 

His truth at all times firmly stood, 
And shall from age to age endure. 

William Kethe 1561 



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How pleasant, how divinely fair, 
O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are ; 
With long desire my spirit faints, 
To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. 

2 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Around Thy throne of majesty ; 

Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

3 Blest are the souls who find a place 
Within the temple of Thy grace; 
There they behold Thy gentler rays, 
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise, 

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate ; 

God is their strength, and through the road, 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strengtn, 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; 
Till all before Thy face appear, 

And join in nobler worship there. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

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Another six days' work is done, 
Another Sabbath is begun : 
Return my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the day thy God hath blest. 



2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
As grateful incense, to the skies ; 

And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
Which none but he that feels it knows. 

3 This heavenly calm within the breast 
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the Church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleasures, pass away ; 

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
in hope of one that ne'er shall end. 

Joseph Stennett 1712 

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Come, deadest Lord, descend and dwell, 
By faith and love, in every breast ; 

Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, 
The joys that cannot be expressed. 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength; 
Make our enlarged souls possess, 

And learn the height and breadth and length 
Of Thine unmeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God whose power can do 
More than our thoughts or wishes know, 

Be everlasting honors done, 
By all the Church, through Christ, His Son. 



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Lord, we come before Thee now, 
At Thy feet we humbly bow; 
O do not our suit disdain, 
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? 

2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend; 
In compassion, now descend; 

Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 

3 In Thine own appointed way, 
Now we seek Thee, here we stay: 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a blessing Thou bestow. 

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4 Send some message from Thy word, 
That may joy and peace afford; 

Let Thy Spirit now impart 
Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
Let the time of joy return ; 

Those that are cast down lift up, * 
Strong in faith, in love, and hope. 

6 Grant that those who seek may find 
Thee a God sincere and kind ; 

Heal the sick, the captive free, 
Let us all rejoice in Thee. 

William Hammond 1745 
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To Thy temple I repair; 
Lord, I love to worship there, 
When within the veil I meet 
Christ before the mercy-seat. 

2 While Thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
That my joyful soul may bless 
Thee, the Lord my Righteousness. 

3 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love, to mine attend; 

Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads, 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 



4 While I hearken to Thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till Thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

5 While Thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in Thy Name, 
Through their voice, by faith, may I 
Hear Thee speaking from the sky. 

6 From Thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn; 
And at evening let me say, 

I have walked with God to-day, 

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On this day, the first of days. 
God the Father's name we praise; 
Who, creation's Fount and Spring, 
Did the world from darkness bring. 

2 On this day the eternal Son 
Over death His triumph won; 
On this day the Spirit came 
With His gifts of living flame. 

3 O that fervent love to-day 
May in every heart have sway, 
Teaching us to praise aright 
God, the Source of life and light 1 

4 Father! who didst fashion me 
Image of Thyself to be, 

Fill me with Thy love divine, 
Let my every thought be Thine. 

5 Holy Jesus! may I be 

Dead and buried here with Thee; 
And, by love inflamed, arise 
Unto Thee a sacrifice. 

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Jesus loves to answer prayer; 
He Himself has bid thee pray, 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 With my burden I begin: 
Lord, remove this load of sin; 
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There Thy blood-bought right maintain 
And without a rival reign. 

4 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let Thy love my spirit cheer; 

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

5 Show me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

Let me die Thy people's death. 

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From toil and trouble free; 
Hail! day of light, that bringest light 

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Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee, 

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A ray of light divine 

Is shed, O God, this day by Thee, 
For it is Thine. 

4 Accept, God, my hymn of praise, 
That Thou this day hast given; 

Sweet foretaste of that endless day 
Of rest in heaven. 

Godfrey Thring 1858 



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How pleased and blest was I, 

To hear the people cry, 
"Come, let us seek our God to-day !" 

Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 

We haste to Zion's hill, 
And there our vows and honors pay. 

2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
Adorned with wondrous grace, 

And walls of strength embrace thee round : 
In thee our tribes appear, 
To pray, and praise, and hear 

The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 

3 There David's greater Son 
Has fixed His royal throne ; 

He sits for grace and judgment there. 



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He bids the saints be glad ; 
He makes the sinner sad ; 
And humble souls rejoice with fear. 

4 May peace attend thy gate, 
And joy within thee wait, 

To bless the soul of every guest : 

The man that seeks thy peace, 

And wishes thine increase, 
A thousand blessings on him rest! 

5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
"Peace to this sacred house!" 

For there my friends and kindred dwell ; 

And since my glorious God 

Makes thee His blest abode, 
My soul shall ever love thee well. 

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With joy we lift our eyes 

To those bright realms above, 

That glorious temple in the skies, 
Where dwells eternal Love. 

2 Before Thy throne we bow, 
Thou almighty King ; 

Here we present the solemn vow, 
And hymns of praise we sing 



3 While in Thy house we kneel, 
With trust and holy fear, 

Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal, 
And lend a gracious ear. 

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 
And tune our lips to sing ; 

Nor from Thy presence cast away 
The sacrifice we bring. 

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Welcome, sacred day of rest! 

Sweet repose from worldly care : 
Day above all days the best, 

When our souls for heaven prepare; 
Day, when our Redeemer rose, 

Victor o'er the hosts of hell : 
Thus He vanquished all our foes ; - 

Let our lips His glory tell. 

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When we hear Thy holy word ; ■ 
When we sing Thy praise, and pray 

Earth can no such joys afford : 
But a better rest remains, 

Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days, 
Rest from sin, and rest from pains, 

Endless joys, and endless praise. 

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3 Lord be mine this prize to win ; 
Guide me through a world of sin ; 
Keep me by Thy saving grace ; 
Give me at Thy side a place. 
Sun and Shield alike Thou art ; 
Guide and guard my erring heart ; 
Grace and glory flow from Thee, 
Shower, shower them, Lord, on me. 

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In Thy name, O Lord, assembling, 
We, Thy people, now draw near: 

Teach us to rejoice with trembling; 
Speak, and let Thy servants hear, 

Hear with meekness, 
Hear Thy word with godly fear. 

2 While our days on earth are lengthened, 

May we give them, Lord, to Thee; 
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, 

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3 There in worship purer, sweeter, 
Thee Thy people shall adore ; 

Tasting of enjoyment greater 

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Full enjoyment, 
Full, unmixed, and evermore. 

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Holy offerings, rich and rare, 
Offerings of praise and prayer 
Purer life and purpose high, 
Clasped hands, uplifted eye, 
Lowly acts of adoration 
To the God of our salvation — 
On His altar laid we leave them: 
Christ, present them! God receive them! 

2 Promises in sorrow made, 
Left, alas! too long unpaid; 
Fervent wishes, earnest thought, 
Xever into action wrought — 

Long withheld, we now restore them, 
On Thy holy altar pour them: 
There in trembling faith to leave them, 
Christ, present them! God, receive them! 

3 Tows and longings, hopes and fears, 
Broken-hearted sighs and tears, 
Dreams of what we yet might be 
Could we cling more close to Thee, 

Which, despite of faults and failings, 
Help Thy grace in its prevailings — 
On Thine altar laid we leave them: 
Christ, present them! God, receive them! 



4 Brighter joys and tenderer tears, 
Fonder faith, more faithful fears. 
Lowlier penitence for sin, 

More of Christ our souls within; 
Love which, when its life was newer, 
Burnt within us deeper, truer — 
Lost too long, while we deplore them, 
Jesus, plead for! God, restore them! 

5 Homage of each humble heart 
Ere we from Thy house depart; 
Worship fervent, deep and high, 
Adoration, ecstasy; 

All that childlike love can render 
Of devotion true and tender — 
On Thine altar laid we leave them: 
Christ, present them! God, receive them! 

6 To the Father, and the Son, 
And the Spirit, Three in One, 
Though our mortal weakuess raise 
Offerings of imperfect praise, 

Yet with hearts bowed down most lowlv, 
Crying, Holy! Holy! Holy! 
On Thine altar laid we leave them; 
Christ, present them! God, receive them ! 

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Almighty Father, heaven and earth 
With lavish wealth before Thee bow: 

Those treasures owe to Thee their birth, 
Creator, Ruler, Giver, Thou. 

2 The wealth of earth, of sky, of sea, 
The gold, the silver, sparkling gem, 

The waving corn, the bending tree, 
Are Thine : to us Thou lendest them. 

3 To Thee, as early morning's dew, 

Our praises, alms, and prayer shall rise; 

VIGIL S. M. 



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As rose, when joyous earth was new, 
Faith's patriarchal sacrifice. 

4 We, Lord, would lay at Thy behest 
The costliest offerings on Thy shrine ; 

But when we give, and give our best, 
We only give Thee that is Thine. 

5 Father, whence all blessings come, 
O Son, dispenser of God's store, 

Spirit, bear our offerings home. 
Lord, make them Thine forevermore! 

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His constant mercy bless, 
Whose love hath helped us on our way, 

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Whate'er the gift may be: 

All that we have is Thine alone, 
A trust, Lord, from Thee. 



2 His arm the strength imparts 

Our daily toil to bear; 
His grace alone inspires our hearts, 

Each other's load to share. 



2 May we Thy bounties thus 
As stewards true receive, 

And gladly, as Thou blessest us, 
To Thee our first-fruits give. 



3 happiest work below, 
Earnest of joy above, 

To sweeten many a cup of woe, 
By deeds of holy love! 



3 The captive to release, 
To God the lost to bring, 

To teach the way of life and peace, 
It is a Christ-like thing 



4 Lord, may it be our choice 

This blessed rule to keep, 
"Rejoice with them that do rejoice, 

And weep with them that weep." 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 



4 And we believe Thy word, 
Though dim our faith may be, 

Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, 
We do it unto Thee. 

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When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
What were His works from day to day 
But miracles of power and grace, 
That spread salvation through our race ? 

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue; 
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done, 
Be witnessed by each rolliug sun. 




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Who much receives but nothing gives, 
Whom uone can love, whom none can thank, 
Creation's blot, creation's blank., 

4 But he who marks from day to day, 
In generous acts his radiant way, 
'Treads the same path his Saviour trod, 
The path to glory and to God. 

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Teach ns with Thee to sympathize, 
And be as Thou wast then. 

2 It was the glory of Thy heart, 
Whate'er Thou hadst to give; 

For others' Bufferings to impart, 
For others' good to live. 

3 Be Thou in us a living soul; 
Be Thou our spirit's power; 

Its secret thought, its life's control, 
To guide it every hour. 

4 We need like Thee a spirit true, 
A just and generous mind, 

Which seeks, in all it has to do, 
The good of all mankind. 

Thomas Cocswell Upham 

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Jesus, our Lord, how rich Thy grace ! 

Thy bounties how complete ! 
How shall we count the matchless sum? 

How pay the mighty debt ? 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 
Dost Thou exalted shine; 

What can our poverty bestow, 
When all the worlds are Thine? 

3 But Thou hast brethren here below, 
The partners of Thy grace, 

And wilt confess then* humble names 
Before Thy Father's face. 

4 In them Thou mayst be clothed and fed, 
And visited and cheered; 

And in their accents of distress 
Our Saviour's voice is heard. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 
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Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 

By lane and cell obscure, 
And let our treasures still be spent, 

Like His, upon the poor. 
2 Like Him, through scenes of deep distress. 

Who bore the world's sad weight, 
We, in their crowded loneliness, 

Would seek the desolate. 



3 For Thou hast placed us side by side 
In this wide world of ill; 

And that Thy followers may be tried, 
The poor are with us still. 

4 Mean are all offerings we can make; 
But Thou hast taught us, Lord, 

If given for the Saviour's sake, 
They lose not their reward. 

William Croswell 1831 



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To Thee all praise and glory be : 
How shall we show our love to Thee, 
Who givest all? 

2 The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare: 
When harvests ripen, Thou art there, 

Who givest all. 

3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, 
For all the blessings earth displays, 

We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, 
Who givest all. 

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4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
What can to Thee, Lord, be given, 

Who givest all? 

5 We lose what on ourselves we spend ; 
We have as treasure without end 
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, 

Who givest all. 

6 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, 
Repaid a thousandfold will be ; 
Then gladly will we give to Thee, 

Who givest all. 

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O God of mercy, God of might, 
In love and pity infinite, 
Teach us, as ever in Thy sight, 
To live our life to Thee. 

2 And Thou who earnest on earth to die, 
That fallen man might live thereby, 

hear us, for to Thee we cry, 
In hope, Lord, to Thee. 

3 Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught, 
To feel for those Thy blood hath bought; 
That every word, and deed, and thought 
May work a work for Thee. 



4 For all are brethren, far and wide 
Since Thou, O Lord, for all hast died : 
Then teach us, whatsoe'er betide, 

To love them all in Thee. 

5 In sickness, sorrow, want, or care, 
Whate'er it be, 'tis ours to share ; 
May we, where help is needed, there 
Give help as unto Thee. 

6 And may Thy Holy Spirit move 
All those who live, to live in love, 
Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above 
All those who give to Thee. 

Godfrey Thring 1879 



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Father of our feeble race, 

Wise, beneficent, and kind! 
Spread o'er nature's ample face, 

Flows Thy goodness unconfined. 
2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, 

At Thine altars when we bow ? 
Grateful loving hearts, the spring 

Whence the kind affections flow : 

WORTMAN us, 5. 




3 Willing hands to lead the blind, 
Bind the wounded, feed the poor ; 

Love, embracing all our kind ; 
Charity, with liberal store. 

4 Teach us, O Thou heavenly King, 
Thus to show our grateful mind ; 

Thus the accepted offering bring, 
Love to Thee and all mankind. 

John Taylor 1709 

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Bending before Thee, let our hymn go up- 3 If the dread foe assail us with temptation, 

wards, [darkness, Hear us, O Lord, and save us from his 

Bright as the sunshine breaking from the danger, 

Thee we implore to guard us on our journey, keep us pure, O lead us to Thy preseuce, 

Lord God Almighty. Lord God Almighty. 



2 G uard us in toil when faintinsrin the noonday, 



4 Glory to Thee, Father Everlasting! 
Guard us reposing under evening shadows, Glory to Thee, Son and Holy Spirit! 
Guard us when midnight walks abroad in One in Three Persons, Infinite, Unchanging J 
Lord God Almighty. [heaven, Lord God Almighty. 

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Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise, 
With one accord, our parting hymn of praise ; 
We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, 
Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 

2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward 

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Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from 

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Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; 
From harm and danger keep Thy children free, 
For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 

4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly 

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Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict 

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Now may He who from the dead 
Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, 
Jesus Christ, our King and Head, 
All our souls in safety keep. 



2 May He teach us to fulfil 
What is pleasing in His sight; 



Perfect us in all His will, 
And preserve us day and night. 

3 To that great Redeemer's praise, 
Who the covenant sealed with blood; 
Let our hearts and voices raise 
Loud thanksgivings to our God. 

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The shadows of the evening hours 

Fall from the darkening sky, 
Upon the fragrance of the flowers 

The dews of evening lie; 
Before Thy throne, Lord of heaven! 

We kneel at close of day; 
Look on Thy children from on high, 

And hear us while we pray. 
2 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, 

do not Thou despise, 
But let the incense of our prayers 

Before Thy mercy rise; 
The brightness of the coming night 

Upon the darkness rolls; 
With hopes of future glory chase 

The shadows of our souls. 

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3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade; 
So fade within our heart 

The hopes in earthly love and joy, 

That one by one depart; 
Slowly the bright stars, one by one, 

Within the heavens shine: 
Give us, Lord, fresh hopes in heaven, 

And trust in things divine. 

4 Let peace, Lord! Thy peace, God! 
ITpon our souls descend. 

From midnight fears, and perils, Thou 
Our trembling hearts defend: 

Give us a respite from our toil, 
Calm and subdue our woes; 

Through the long day we suffer, Lord, 
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The Lord be with us as we bend 

His blessing to receive; 
His gift of peace upon us send, 

Before His courts we leave. 
2 The Lord be with us as we walk 

Along our homeward road; 
In silent thought, or friendly talk, 

Our hearts be still with God. 



3 The Lord be with us till the night 
Shall close the day of rest; 

Be He of every heart the Light, 
Of every home the Guest. 

4 The Lord be with us still, we pray, 
His nightly watch to keep; 

Crown with His peace His own blest day, 
And guard His people's sleep. 

John Ellerton 1872 



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Lord, at this closing hour, 

Establish every heart 
Upon Thy word of truth and power, 

To keep us when we part. 

2 Peace to our brethren give; 
Fill all our hearts with love; 

In faith and patience may we live, 
And seek our rest above. 

3 Through changes bright or drear, 
We would Thy will pursue; 

And toil to spread Thy kingdom here, 
Till we its glory view. 

4 To God, the Only Wise, 
In every age adored, 

Let glory from the Church arise 
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 

Eleazer Thompson Fitch 

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Our day of praise is done; 

The evening shadows fall; 
Yet pass not from us with the sun, 

True Light that lightenest all. 



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Where night can never be, 

The white- robed harpers of the sky 
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 

3 Too faint our anthems here; 
Too soon of praise we tire; 

But the strains how full and clear 
Of that eternal choir. 

4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 
If Thou attune the heart, 

We in Thine angels' music still 
May bear our lower part. 

5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
Each wayward thought reclaim, 

And make our daily life a psalm 
Of glory to Thy name 

6 A little while, and then 
Shall come the glorious end; 

And songs of angels and of men 
In perfect praise shall blend. 

John Ellerton 1867 



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God, by whom the seed is given, The sultry sun's intenser heat, 

By whom the harvest blessed; [heaven, And thorns of worldly care. 

Whose word, like manna showered from Q m i i > a a ±\ • 1 

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Saviour, now the day is ending, 

And the shades of evening fall; 
Let Thy Holy Ghost, descending, 

Bring Thy mercy to us all. 
Set Thy seal on every heart, 
Jesus 1 bless us ere we part. 
2 Bless the Gospel -message, spoken 

In Thine own appointed way; 
Give each longing soul a token 

Of Thy tender love to-day. 
Set Thy seal on every heart, 
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Watch each sleeping child of Thine; 
Let us all arise to-morrow 

Strengthened by Thy grace Divine; 
Set Thy seal on every heart, 
Jesus! bless us ere we part. 
4 Pardon Thou each deed unholy, 

Lord, forgive each sinful thought; 
Make us contrite, pure, and lowly, 

By Thy great example taught: 
Set Thy seal on every heart, 
Jesus! bless us ere we part. 

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2 Tims may we abide in union 

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And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 

John Newton 1779 

69 

Lord! dismiss us with Thy blessing; 

Bid us all depart in peace; 
Still on gospel manna feeding, 

Pure seraphic joys increase. 



2 Fill our hearts with consolation; 

Unto Thee our voices raise; 
When we reach that blissful station, 

We will give Thee nobler praise. 

Robert Hawker 1 

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Lo, the day of rest declineth, 

Gather fast the shades of night; 
May the Sun which ever shineth, 

Fill our souls with heavenly light! 
2 While Thine ear of love addressing. 

Thus our parting hymn we sing, 
Father, grant Thine evening blessing, 

Fold us safe beneath Thy wing ! 



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Rest beneath the Almighty's shade, 

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Dwell, and never be dismayed. 

2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 

Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
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3 From the sword, at noonday wasting 
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Watch and ward o'er thee to keep; 

Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 

5 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
Thou on God hast set thy love, 

With the wings of His protection 
He will shield thee from above. 

6 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 
He will hearken, He will save; 

Here for grief reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave. 

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Through the trials yet decreed us, 

Till our last great change appears. 
2 When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let Thy goodness never fail us, 

Lead us in Thy perfect way. 



3 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
In the hour when death draws near, 

Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear. 

4 And, when mortal life is ended, 
Bid us in Thine arms to rest, 

Till, by angel bands attended, 
We awake among the blest. 

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Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 

Let us each, Thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace: 

O refresh us, 
Traveling through this wilderness 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For Thy gospel's joyful sound: 

May the fruits of Thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound ; 

May Thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 
Us from earth to call away, 

Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to obey, 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 

John Fawcett 

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Keep us, Lord, keep us ever; 

Yain our hope, if left by Thee; 
We are Thine, leave us never 

Till Thy glorious face we see: 
Then to praise Thee 

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Precious to Thy people here; 

Never take Thy presence from us, 
Jesus, Saviour, still be near: 

Living, dying, 
May Thy name our spirits cheer. 

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God of our salvation, hear us; 

Bless, O bless us, ere we go; 
When we join the world, be near us, 

Lest we cold and careless grow : 
Saviour, keep us, 

Keep us safe from every foe. 

2 May we live in view of heaven, 
Where we hope to see Thy face; 

Save us from unhallowed leaven, 
All that might obscure Thy grace; 

Keep us walking 
Each in his appointed place. 

3 As our steps are drawing nearer 
To the place we call our home, 

May our view of heaven grow clearer, 
Hope more bright of joys to come; 

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Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go; 

Thy word into our minds instill ; 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 

With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
gentle Jesus, be our Light, 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 
And Thou hast taken count of all, 

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Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 

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That only long to be like Thee. 

5 Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ; 
And care is light, for Thou hast cared ; 

Ah ! never let our works be soiled 
With strife, or by deceit- ensnared. 

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
The sinful, unto Thee we call ; 

O, let Thy mercy make us glad : 

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1 love the volume of Thy word; 
What light and joy those leaves afford 

To souls benighted and distressed : 
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, 

Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 

2 From the discoveries of Thy law 
The perfect rules of life I draw: 

These are my study and delight ; 
Xot honey so invites the taste, 
Nor gold that hath the furnace past 

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And warn me where my danger lies ; 

But 'tis Thy blessed gospel, Lord, 
That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 

And gives a free, but large reward. 

4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? 
My God, forgive my secret faults, 

And from presumptuous sins restrain ; 
Accept my poor attempts of praise, 
That I have read Thy book of grace, 

And book of nature, not in vain. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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And our footsteps guideth: 
Who its truth believeth 
Light and joy receive th. 

2 When our foes are near us, 
Then Thy word doth cheer us, 
Word of consolation, 
Message of salvation. 

3 When the storms are o'er us, 
And dark clouds before us, 

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Succor to the living; 
Word of life, supplying 
Comfort to the dying! 

5 0, that we discerning 
Its most holy learning, 
Lord, may love and fear Thee, 
Evermore be near Thee. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 
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With their streams the better Eden 

Planted by our Lord most dear; 
Christ the fountain, these the waters; 
Drink, O Sion's sons and daughters, 

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The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord; 

In every star Thy wisdom shines; 
But when our eyes behold Thy word, 

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But the blest volume Thou hast writ. 
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace 

3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey Thy praise 
Round the whole earth, and never stand: 

So when Thy truth began its race, 
It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest, 
Till through the world Thy truth has run: 

Till Christ has all the nations blessed 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 



Makes His eternal counsels known: 

Where love in all its glory shines, 

And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
A brighter world beyond the skies; 

Here shines the light which guides our way 
From earth to realms of endless day. 

3 grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 
To read and mark Thy holy word; 
Its truth with meekness to receive, 
And by its holy precepts live. 



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'A glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic, like the sun; 
It gives a light to every age, 

It gives, but borrows none. 
2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 

The gracious light and heat; 
Its truths upon the nations rise, 

They rise, but never set. 



3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, 
For such a bright display 

As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 
The steps of Him I love, 

Till glory breaks upon my view, 
In brighter worlds above. 

William Cowper 



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For these celestial lines. 

2 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
Spreads heavenly peace around; 

And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

3 O may these heavenly pages be 
My ever dear delight; 

And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 
Be Thou forever near; 

Teacli me to love Thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

Anne Steele 1 760 



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Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace 
Our path when wont to stray; 

Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, 
Brook by the traveller's way; 

2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, 
True manna from on high; 

Our guide and chart, wherein we read 
Of realms beyond the sky; 

3 Word of the Everlasting God, 
Will of His glorious Son; 

Without thee how could earth be trod, 
Or heaven itself be won ? 

4 Lord, grant us all aright to learn 
The wisdom it imparts; 

And to its heavenly teaching turn, 
With simple, child-like hearts, 

Bernard Barton 1827 



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How precious is the book divine, 

By inspiration given . 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 

To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 Its light, descending from above, 
Our gloomy world to cheer, 

Displays a Saviour's boundless love, 
And brings His glories near. 

3 It shows to man his wandering ways, 
And where his feet have trod : 

And brings to view the matchless grace 
Of a forgiving God. 

4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 
In this dark vale of tears ; 

Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

5 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
Of life, shall guide our way, 

Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

John Fawcett 1782 

86 

There is a book, who runs may read, 

Which heavenly truth imparts, 
And all the lore its scholars need, 

Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
2 The works of God, above, below, 

Within us and around, 
Are pages in that book to show 

How God Himself is found. 

BELViDERE C. M. 



3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 
Is like the Maker's love, 

Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
In peace and order move. 

4 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 
And love this sight so fair, 

Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
And read Thee everywhere. 

John Keble 1827 

87 

How shall the young secure their hearts, 
And guard their lives from sin ? 

Thy word the choicest rules imparts, 
To keep the conscience clean. 

2 When once it enters to the mind, 
It spreads such light abroad, 

The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 
That guides us all the day ; 

And, through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead our way. 

4 Thy precepts make me truly wise : 
I hate the sinner's road ; 

I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
But love Thy law, my God. 

5 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 
How pure is every page ! 

That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Word of God incarnate, 
Wisdom from on high, 
Truth unchanged, unchanging, 

O Light of our dark sky; 
We praise Thee for the radiance, 

That from the hallowed page 
A lantern to our footsteps, 

Shines on from age to age. 
2 The Church from Thee, her Master, 

Received the gift divine; 
And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine. 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored; 
It is the heaven-drawn picture 

Of Thee, the living Word. 

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Before God's host unfurled; 

It shineth like a beacon 

Above the darkling world; 
It is the chart and compass, 

That o'er life's surging sea, 
'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands. 

Still guide, Christ, to Thee. 

4 make Thy Church, dear Saviour, 
A lamp of burnished gold, 

To bear before the nations 

Thy true light, as of old. 
teach Thy wandering pilgrims 

By this their path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see Thee face to face. 

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Behold, the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way; 
His beams through all the nations run 

And life and light convey. 
2 But where the Gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 

And gives the blind their sight. 







3 How perfect is Thy word, 
And all Thy judgments just; 

F< >r ever sure Thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 
A re Thy directions given : 

may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven. 



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The heavens declare Thy glory, 
The firmament Thy power; 
Day unto day the story 

Repeats from hour to hour: 
Night unto night replying, 

Proclaims in every land, 
O Lord, with voice undying 

The wonders of Thy hand. 
2 How perfect, just, aud holy 

The precepts Thou hast given; 
Still making wise the lowly, 

They lift the thoughts to heaven: 
How pure, how soul-restoring 

Thy gospel's heavenly ray, 
A brighter radiance pouring 

Than noon of brightest day! 

ELLINGHAM 







3 Thy statutes, Lord, with gladness 
Rejoice the humble heart; 

And guilty fear and sadness 

From contrite souls depart. 
Thy word hath richer treasure 

Than dwells within the mine, 
And sweetness beyond measure 

Attends Thy voice divine. 

4 All heaven on high rejoices 
To do its Maker's will; 

The stars with solemn voices 

Resound Thy praises still: 
So let my whole behavior, 

Thoughts, words, and actions be, 
O Lord, my strength, my Saviour, 

One ceaseless song to Thee. 

Thomas Rawson Birka 
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Spread, spread, Thou mighty word, 
Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
Wheresoe'er His breath has given 
Life to beings meant for heaven 
2 Tell them how the Father's will 
Made the world, and keeps it still ; 
How He sent His Son to save 
All who help and comfort crave 




3 Word of life, most pure and strong, 
Lo, for Thee the nations long: 
Spread, till from its dreary night 

All the world awakes to light. 

4 Lord of harvest, let there be 
Joy and strength to work for Thee . 
Let the nations, far and near, 

See Thy light, and learn Thy fear. 

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Come, Thou Almighty King, 
Help us Thy name to sing, 

Help us to praise: 
Father, all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 

Ancient of days. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise; 
Scatter onr enemies, 

And make them fall: 
Let Thine almighty aid 
Our sure defence be made: 
Our souls on Thee be stayed; 

Lord, hear our call. 

3 Come, Thou Incarnate Word, 
Gird on Thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend: 
Come, and Thy people bless, 
And give Thy Word success; 
Spirit of holiness, 

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4 Come, Holy Comforter, 
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In this glad hour: 
Thou who Almighty art. 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

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Thou, Lord, art God alone, 
Veiling Thy burning throne 

From mortal sight: 
Yet Thou our Father art, 
From whose all-pitying heart, 
Xor life, nor death can part, 

Nor depth, nor height. 

2 We praise Thee, Holy One, 
The Father's only Son, — 

His image bright. 
Our Prophet, Priest, and King, 
Who dost redemption bring, 
Thy matchless grace we sing, 

Thy saving might. 

3 We praise Thee, Heavenly Guest, 
Thou great and last bequest 

Of Love to man. 
O blessed Paraclete, 
Guide Thou our pilgrim feet, 
Till glory shall complete 

What grace began. 

4 We praise Thee, Father, Son, 
And Spirit, Three in One, — 

God of all grace! 
Angels and Cherubim, 
With flaming Seraphim, 
Thy Name, thrice holy, hymn 

With veiled face 

Edward A. Collier 1890 



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Sing to the Lord a joyful song, 

Lift up your hearts, your voices raise: 

To us His gracious gifts belong, 

To Him our songs of love and praise -Ref. 

2 For life and love, for rest and food, 
For daily help and nightly care, 

Sing to the Lord; for He is good: 

And praise His name, for it is fair.-REF. 

3 For strength to those who on Him wait, 
His truth to prove, His will to do, 

Praise ye our God; for He is great: 
Trust in His name, for it is true.-REF. 



4 For joys untold that daily move 
Round those who love His sweet employ, 

Sing to our God; for He is love: 
Exalt His name, for it is joy. -Ref. 

5 For life below, with all its bliss, 

And for that life, more pure and high, 
That inner life, which over this 

Shall ever shine, and never die. 
Sing to the Lord of heaven and earth, 

Whom angels serve and saints adore, 
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 

To whom be praise for evermore. 

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We give immortal praise 

For God the Father's love, 
For all our comforts here, 
And better hopes above : 
He sent His own eternal Son 
To die for sins that we had done. 

2 To God the Son belongs 

Immortal glory too ; 
Who bought us with His blood 
From everlasting woe : 
And now He lives and now He reigns, 
And sees the fruit of all His pains. 



3 To God the Spirit's name 
Immortal worship give, 

Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live: 
His work completes the great design, 
And fills the soul with joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to Thee 
Be endless honors done, 

The undivided Three, 

The great and glorious One : 
Where reason fails, with all her powers. 
There faith prevails and love adores. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



97 L. M. 

Eternal Father, when to Thee, 
Beyond all worlds, by faith I soar, 

Before Thy boundless majesty 
I stand in silence, and adore. 

2 But, Saviour, Thou art by my side: 
Thy voice I hear, Thy face I see, 

Thou art my friend, my daily guide; 
God over all, yet God with me. 

3 And Thou, Great Spirit, in my heart 
Dost make Thv temple clay by day: 

The Holy Ghost "of God Thou art, 
Yet dwellest in this house of clay. 

4 Blest Trinity, in whom alone 
All things created move or rest, 

High in the heavens Thou hast Thy throne, 
Thou hast Thy throne within my breast. 

Hervey Doddridge Ganse 187a 



98 L. M. 

Father of heaven, whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
To us Thy pardoning love extend. . 

2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
To us Thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 
The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
To us Thy quickening power extend. 

4 Jehovah, — Father, Spirit, Son, — 
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend: 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

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Glory be to God the Father, 
Glory be to God the Son, 

Glory be to God the Spirit, 
Great Jehovah, Three in One : 

Glory, glory, 
While eternal ages run ! 



2 Glory be to Him who loved us, 
Washed us from each spot and stain ; 

Glory be to Him who bought us, 
Made us kings with Him to reign: 

Glory, glory, 
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Glory to the Church's King, 

Glory to the King of nations, 

Heaven and earth, your praises bring 

Glory, glory, 
To the King of glory bring ! 

4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal ! 
Thus the choir of angels sings ; 

Honor, riches, power, dominion ! 
Thus its praise creation brings : 

Glory, glory, 
Glory to the King of kings ! 

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Father, at Thy footstool see 
Those who now are one in Thee : 
Draw us by Thy grace alone ; 
Give, O give us to Thy Son. 

2 Jesus, friend of human kind, 
Let us in Thy name be joined ; 
Each to each unite and bless ; 
Keep us still in perfect peace. 



3 Heavenly, all-alluring Hove, 
Shed Thine overshadowing love, 
Love, the sealing grace, impart, 
Dwell within our single heart. 

4 Father. Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Be to us what Adam lost : 

Let us in Thine image rise ; 
Give us back our paradise. 

Charles Wesley 1749 



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Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! 

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; 
Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty! 

God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity! 

2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, 

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; 
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, 
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 

3 Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, 
Though the eye of siuful man Thy glory may not see, 

Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, 
Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 

4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 

All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea; 
Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty! 
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Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, 
When the saints together meet; 
When the Saviour is the theme, 
When they join to sing of Him. 

2 Sing we then eternal love, 
Such as did the Father move: 
He beheld the world undone, 
Loved the world, and gave His Sou. 

3 Sing the Son's amazing love: 
How He left the realms above, 



Took our nature and our place, 
Lived and died to save our race. 

4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love: 
With our wretched hearts He strove, 
Took the things of Christ, and showed 
How to reach His blest abode. 

5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet 
Where the saints in glory meet; 
Where the Saviour's still the theme, 
Where they see, and sing of Him. 

George Burder 177a 



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Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

God of Hosts, eternal King, 

By the heavens and earth adored; 
Angels and Archangels sing, 

Chanting everlastingly, 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

2 Since by Thee were all things made, 
And in Thee do all things live, 

Be to Thee all honor paid; 

Praise to Thee let all things give, 
Singing everlastingly 

To the Blessed Trinity. 

3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, 
Spirits blest, before the throue, 

Speeding thence at Thy command, 
And, when Thy commands are done, 

Singing everlastingly 
To the Blessed Trinity 

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4 Cherubim and Seraphim 

Veil their faces with their wings; 
Eyes of angels are too dim 

To behold the King of kings, 
While they sing eternally 

To the Blessed Trinity. 

5 Thee apostles, prophets Thee, 
Thee the uoble martyr band, 

Praise with solemn jubilee, 
• Thee, the Church in every land, 
Singing everlastingly 
To the Blessed Trinity. 

6 Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 

Godhead One, and Persons Three; 

Join with us the heavenly host, 
Singing everlastingly 

To the Blessed Trinity. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1862 
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Three in One, and One in Three, 
Ruler of the earth and sea, 
Hear us, while we lift to Thee 

Holy chant and psalm. 
2 Light of lights, with morning, shine: 
Lift on us Thy light divine; 
And let charity benign 

Breathe on us her balm. 



3 Light of lights, when falls the even, 
Let it close on sin forgiven; 

Fold us in the peace of heaven, 
Shed a holy calm. 

4 Three in One, and One in Three, 
Dimly here we worship Thee: 
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Holv, holy, holy Lord 

God of hosts 1 When heaven and earth 
Out of darkness, at Thy word, 

Issued into glorious birth, 
All Thy works before Thee stood, 
And Thine eye beheld them good, 
While they sang with sweet accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord! 
2 Holy, holy, holy! Thee, 

One Jehovah evermore, 
Father, Son, and Spirit, we, 

Dust and ashes, would adore; 

MESSIAH 7 s. D. 



Lightly by the world esteemed, 
From that world by Thee redeemed, 
Sing we here, with glad accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord! 
3 Holy, holy, holy! All 

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
When the ransomed nations fall 

At the footstool of their King: 
Then shall saints and seraphim, 
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, 
Round the throne with full accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord! 

James Montgomery 1836, 
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From the vast and veile'd throng, 

Round the Father's heavenly throne, 
Swells the everlasting song: 

Glory be to God alone! 
Round Immanuel's cross of pain 

Mortal men, in tribes unknown, 
Sing to Him who once was slam: 

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Men redeemed, your Father own; 
Angels, worship ye the Son: 

Glory be to God alone! 
Spirit, 'tis within Thy light, 

Streaming far from cross and throne. 
Earth and heaven their songs unite: 

Glory be to God alone! 

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The God of Abraham praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above; 

Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love: 

Jehovah, Great I Am! 

By earth and heaven confessed: 

1 bow and bless the sacred name, 
For ever blest. 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 
At whose supreme command 

From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
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Its wisdom, fame, and power; 

And Him my only portion make 
My shield and tower. 

3 He by Himself hath sworn, 

I on His oath depend; 
I shall on eagle's wings upborne 

To heaven ascend ; 
I shall behold His face, 

I shall His power adore, 
And sing the wonders of His grace 

For evermore. 

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The Lord Jehovah reigns ; 

His throne is built on high ; 
The garments He assumes 

Are light and majesty ; 
His glories shine with beams so bright 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of His hand 
Keep the wide world in awe ; 

His wrath and justice stand 

To guard His holy law ; 
And where His love resolves to bless, 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 And can this mighty King 
Of glory condescend? 

And will He write His name, 
My Father and my Friend? 
I love His name, I love His word; 
Join all my powers, and praise the Lord I 

Isaac Watts 1709 

109 

The Lord Jehovah lives, 

And blessed be my Rock ! 
Though earth her bosom heaves 



And mountains feel the shock, 
Though oceans rage and torrents roar, 
He is the same for evermore. 

2 The Lord Jehovah lives, 
The dying sinner's Friend ; 

How freelv He forgives 

The follies that offend! 
He wipes the penitential tear, 
Bids faith and hope the spirit cheer. 

3 The Lord Jehovah lives 

To hear and answer prayer ; 
Whoe'er in Him believes 

And trusts His guardian care, 
A Father's tender love shall know, 
Whence living streams of comfort flow. 

4 The Lord Jehovah lives 
Salvation to secure ; 

The title that He gives 
Will be forever sure ; 
,r Tis drawn in characters of blood, 
'Tis issued from the throne of God. 

Thomas Hastings 1847 



110 L.P.M. 

I'll praise my Maker with my breath; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God: He made the sky, 

And earth, and seas, with all their train; 
His truth forever stands secure ; 
He saves the oppressed, He feeds the poor, 

And none shall find His promise vain. 



3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind; 

He sends the laboriug conscience peace; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless, 

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life and thought and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Angel voices, ever singing 

Round Thy throne of light — 
Angel harps, for ever ringing, 

Rest not day nor night; 
Thousands only live to bless Thee 

And confess Thee, Lord of might! 
•2 Thou, who art beyond the farthest 

Mortal eye can scan 
Can it be that Thou regardest 

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Songs of sinful man? 
Can we feel that Thou art near us 

And wilt hear us? Yea, we can. 
3 Here, Great God, to-dav we offer 

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And for Thine acceptance proffer, 

All unworthily. 
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With heart and hands and voices, 
Who wondrous things hath done, 

In whom this world rejoices; 
Who from our mother's arms 

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Aud keep us in His grace, 

And guide us when perplexed, 
And free us from all ills 

In this world and the next. 

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God the Lord a King remaineth, 

Robed in His own glorious light! 
God hath robed Him, and He reigneth! 

He hath girded Him with might! 
Hallelujah! 
God is King in depth and height ! 

2 In her everlasting station 
Earth is poised to swerve no more! 

Thou hast laid Thy throne's foundation, 
From all time where thought can soar, 
Hallelujah! 
Lord, Thou art for evermore! 

3 Lord, the water-floods have lifted, 
Ocean-floods have lift their roar! 

Now they pause where they have drifted, 



Now they burst upon the shore. 
Hallelujah ! 
For the ocean's sounding store! 

4 With all tones of waters blending, 
Glorious is the breaking deep! 

Glorious, beauteous, without ending, 
God who reigns on Heaven's high steep! 
Hallelujah! 
Songs of ocean never sleep. 

5 Lord, the words Thy lips are telling, 
Are the perfect verity; 

Of Thine high eternal dwelling 
Holiness shall inmate be! 

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Pure is all that lives with Thee! 

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Of the hymns of praise above; 

Hallelujah! thou repeatest, 

Angel-host, these notes of love: 

This ye utter, 
While your golden harps ye move. 

2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, 
Join the concert of the sky; 

Hallelujah! bright aud glorious, 
Lift, ye saints, this strain on high: 

We, poor exiles, 
Join not yet your melody. 

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3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness 
Suit not souls with anguish torn; 

Hallelujah! sounds of sadn< 
Best become our state forlorn: 

Our offences 
We with bitter tears must mourn. 

4 But our earnest supplication, 
Holy God, we raise to Thee: 

Visit us with Thy salvation, 
Make us all Thv jovs to see. 

Hallelujah! 
Ours at length this strain shall be. 

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The King of love my Shepherd is, 

Whose goodness faileth never; 
I nothing lack if I am His, 
And He is mine forever. 

*2 Where streams of living water flow, 
My ransomed soul He leadeth, 

And, where the verdant pastures grow, 
With food celestial feedeth. 

3 Perverse and foolish oft \ strayed, 
But yet in love He sought me, 



And on His shoulder gently laid, 
And home, rejoicing, brought me. 

4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill 
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; 

Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
Thy cross before to guide me. 

5 And so through all the length of days. 
Thy goodness faileth never: 

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise 
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To His feet thy tribute bring: 
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 

Evermore His praises sing; 
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 

Praise the everlasting King. 
2 Praise Him for His grace and favor 

To our fathers in distress; 
Praise Him, still the same for ever, 

Slow to chide, and swift to bless; 
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 

Glorious in His faithfulness. 

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Rescues us from all our foes; 

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4 Angels in the height, adore Him; 
Ye behold Him face to face; 

Saints triumphant, bow before Him, 
Gathered in from every race; 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
Praise with us the God of grace. 

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God is love; that anthem olden 

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Telling to us day and night 
Their great story, 

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2 And the teeming earth rejoices 

In that message from above, 
With ten thousand thousand voices, 

Telling back from hill and grove 
Her glad story, 

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Struggling up with gentle strife, 

Christian songs of Christ's salvation, 
To the world with blessings rife, 

Tell their story, 
God is love, and God is life! 

4 Up to Him let each affection 
Daily rise, and round Him move; 

Our whole lives one resurrection 
To the life of life above; 

Our glad story 
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And aid my tongue to bless His name, 

Whose favors are divine. 

2 bless the Lord, my soul, 
Nor let His mercies lie 

forgotten in unthankful ness, 
And without praises die. 

3 'Tis He forgives thy sins, 
'Tis He relieves thy pain, 

J Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 
When ransomed from the grave; 

He that redeemed my soul from hell, 
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Come, sound His praise abroad, 

And hymns of glory sing: 
Jehovah is the sovereign God, 

The universal King. 

2 He formed the deeps unknown, 
He gave the seas their bound; 

The watery worlds are all His own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at His throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord, 

We are His work, and not our own; 
He formed us by His word. 

4 To-day attend His voice, 
Xor dare provoke His rod: 

Come, like the people of His choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

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Stand up, and bless the Lord, 

Ye people of His choice: 
Stand up and bless the Lord, your God, 

With heart, and soul, and voice. 
2 for the living flame, 

From His own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 

And win"* to heaven our thought. 



3 God is our strength and song, 
And His salvation ours; 

Then be His love in Christ proclaimed 
With all our ransomed powers. 

4 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
The Lord your God adore; 

Stand up, and bless His glorious name, 
Henceforth for evermore. 

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Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, 

Above that dome of sky, 
Farther than thought itself can flee, 

Thy dwelling is on high; 
Yet dear the awful thought to me 

That Thou, my God, art nigh. 

2 Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind 
Feels after Thee in vain, 

Thee in these works of power to find 

Or to Thy seat attain; 
Thy messenger, the stormy wind, 

Thy path, the trackless main. 

3 These speak of Thee with loud acclaim ; 
They thuuder forth Thy praise, 

The glorious honor of Thy name, 

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The wonders of Thy ways: 
But Thou art not in tempest flame, 
Nor in the solar blaze. 

4 We hear Thy voice when thunders roll 
Through the wide fields of air; 

The waves obey Thy dread control; 

Yet still Thou art not there; 
Where shall I find Him, O my souli 

Who yet is everywhere? 

5 0, not in circling depth or height, 
But in the conscious breast, 

Present to faith, though veiled from sight 

There does His Spirit rest; 
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And make Thy creature blest, 

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My soul, repeat His praise 

Whose mercies are so great; 
Whose anger is so slow to rise, 

So ready to abate. 
2 God will not always- chide; 

And when His strokes are felt, 
His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 

A ml lighter than our guilt. 



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Above the ground we tread, 

So far the riches of His grace 
Our highest thoughts exceed. 

4 His power subdues our sins, 
And His forgiving love, 

Far as the east is from the west, 
Doth all our guilt remove. 

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While Thee I seek, protecting Power! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 
Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; 

To Thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 

That mercy I adore. 

2 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Eacli blessing to my soul more dear 

Because conferred by Thee. 



In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 

Or seek relief in prayer. 

3 When gladness wings my favored hour ; 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 

My soul shall meet Thy will. 
My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 

That heart will rest on Thee. 

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My God, I thank Thee, who hast made 

The earth so bright ; 
So full of splendor and of joy, 

Beauty and light ; 
So many glorious things are here, 

Noble and right. 

2 I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made 

Joy to abound ; 
So many gentle thoughts and deeds 

Circling us round ; 
That in the darkest spot of earth 

Some love is found. 

3 I thank Thee more that all our joy 

Is touched with pain ; 
That shadows fall on brightest hours, 



That thorns remain ; 
So that earth's bliss may be our guide, 
And not our chain. 

4 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept 

The best in store ; 
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To long for more ; 
A yearning for a deeper peace 

Not known before. 

5 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls 

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When all Thy mercies, my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 

In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
Thy tender care bestowed, 

Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 
With health renewed my face ; 

And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
Revived my soul with grace. 



4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
My daily thanks employ; 

Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

5 Through every period of my life 
Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 

And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew 

6 Through all eternity to Thee 
A joyful song I'll raise ; 

But O, eternity's too short 
To utter all Thy praise. 

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God, our help in ages past, 

Oar hope for years to come, 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 

And our eternal home: 

2 Before the hills in order stood, 
Or earth received her frame, 

From everlasting Thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

3 A thousand ages in Thy sight 
Are like an evening gone; 

Short as the watch that ends the night 
Before the rising sun. 

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
Bears all its sons away; 

They fly forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

5 God, our help in ages past 
Our hope for years to come, 

Be Thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

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My God, how wonderful Thou art, 

Thy majesty how bright, 
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat 

In depths of burning light. 

2 how I fear Thee, Living God, 
With deepest, tenderest fears, 

And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
And penitential tears. 

3 Yet I may love Thee too, Lord, 
Almighty as Thou art; 

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 

4 Xo earthly father loves like Thee, 
No mother, half so mild, 

Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done, 
With me, Thy sinful child. 

5 Father of Jesus, love's reward, 
What rapture will it be, 

Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, 
And gaze, and gaze on Thee. 

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Lord, how good, how great art Thou, 
In heaven and earth the same; 

There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 

2 When glorious in the nightly sky 

Thy moon and stars I 
O, what is man, I wondering cry, 

To be so loved by Thee. 



3 Close to Thine own bright seraphim 
II is favored path is trod; 

And all beside are serving him. 
That he may serve his God. 

4 Lord, how good, how great art Thou. 
In heaven and earth the same: 

There angels at Thy footstool bow, 
Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 

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What worthless worms are we: 

Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Ere seas or stars were made; 

Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Our lives through various scenes are 
And vexed with trifling cares; [drawn, 

While Thine eternal thought moves on 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 

4 Great God, how infinite art Thou, 
What worthless worms are we; 

Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to Thee. 

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In all my vast concerns with Thee, 

In vain my soul would try 
To shun Thy presence, Lord, or flee 

The notice of Thine eye. 

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 

My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
Before they're formed within; 

And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
Are both alike to Thee: 

O may I ne'er provoke that power 
From which I cannot flee. 

Isaac Watts 1719 
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God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform; 
He plants His footsteps in the sea, 

And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
Of never-failing skill, 

He treasures up His bright designs, 
And works His sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage takej 
The clouds ye so much dread 

Are big with mercy, and shall break 
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But trust Him for His grace; 

Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
Unfolding every hour; 

The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
And scan His work in vain: 

God is His own Interpreter, 
And He will make it plain. 

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Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
Whose breath our souls inspired; 

Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise 
With grateful ardor fired. 

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
Whose goodness, passing thought, 

Loads every moment, as it flies, 
With benefits unsought. 

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
From whom salvation flows, 

Who sent His Son, our souls to save 
From everlasting woes. 

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
For hope's transporting ray, 

Which lights, through darkest shades of death, 
To realms of endless day. 

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Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord; 

This work belongs to you; 
Sing of His name, His ways, His word; 

How holy, just and true! 

2 His mercy and His righteousness 
Let heaven and earth proclaim; 

His works of nature and of grace 
Reveal His wondrous name. 

3 His wisdom and almighty word 
The heavenly arches spread; 

And, by the Spirit of the Lord, 
Their shining hosts were made. 

4 He scorns the angry nations' rage, 
And breaks their vain designs; 

His counsel stands through every age, 
And in full glory shines. 

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With songs and honors sounding loud, 

Address the Lord on high: 
Over the heavens He spreads His cloud, 

And waters veil the sky. 

2 He sends His showers of blessings down, 
To cheer the plains below; 

He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
And corn in valleys grow. 

3 His steady counsels change the face 
Of the declining year; 

He bids the sun cut short his race, 
And wintry days appear. 



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Descend and clothe the ground; 

The liquid streams forbear to flow 
In icy fetters bound. 

5 He sends His word and melts the snow, 
The fields no longer mourn; 

He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
And bids the spring return. 

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
Obey His mighty word: 

With songs and honors sounding loud, 
Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 

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1 sing th' almighty power of God, 
That made the mountains rise, 

That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained 
The sun to rule the day; 

The moon shines full at His command, 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 
That filled the earth with food; 

He formed the creatures with His word, 
And then pronounced them good. 

4 There's not a plant or flower below 
But makes Thy glories known; 

And clouds arise and tempests blow 
By order from Thy throne. 

5 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed 
Where'er I turn mine eye, 

If I survey the ground I tread, 
Or gaze upon the sky. 

6 Creatures, as numerous as they be, 
Are subject to Thy care; 

There's not a place where we can flee 
But God is present there. 

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O God, we praise Thee, and confess, 

That Thou the only Lord 
And everlasting Father art, 

By all the earth adored. 

2 To Thee all angels cry aloud: 
To Thee the powers on high, 

Both Cherubim and Seraphim, 
Continually do cry: 

3 holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Whom heavenly hosts obey, 

The world is with the glory filled 
Of Thy majestic sway. 

4 The apostles' glorious company, 
And prophets crowned with light, 

With all the martyrs' noble host, 
Thy constant praise recite. 

5 The holy Church throughout the world, 
Lord, confesses Thee, 

That Thou th' eternal Father art, 

Of boundless majesty. 
C Thy honored, true, and only Son, 

And Holy Ghost, the Spring 
Of never ceasing joy; Christ, 

Of glory Thou art King. 

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Lord God of hosts, by all adored! 
Thy name we praise with one accord; 
The earth and heavens are full of Thee, 
Thy light, Thy love, Thy majesty. 

2 Loud hallelujahs to Thy name 
Angels and seraphim proclaim; 
Eternal praise to Thee is given 

By all the powers and thrones in heaven 

3 The apostles join the glorious throng; 
The prophets aid to swell the song; 



The noble and triumphant host 

Of martyrs make of Thee their boast. 

4 The holy Church in every place 
Throughout the world exalts thy praise; 
Both heaven and earth do worship Thee. 
Thou Father of eternity! 

5 From day to day, Lord, do we 
Highly exalt and honor Thee; 

Thy name we worship and adore, 
World without end, forevermore. 



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High in the heavens, eternal God, 

Thy goodness in full glory shines; 
Thy truth shall break through every cloud 

That veils and darkens Thy designs. 
2 Forever firm Thy justice stands, 

As mountains their foundations keep; 
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; 

Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 



3 My God, how excellent Thy grace, 
Whence all our hope and comfort springs. 

The sons of Adam in distress 
Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 

4 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
Springs from the presence of my Lord 

And in Thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in Thy word. 

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O come, loud anthems let us sing, 
Loud thanks to our Almighty King; 
For Ave our voices high should raise, 
When our salvation's Rock we praise 

2 Into His presence let us haste, 
To thank Him for His favors past; 
To Him address, in joyful songs, 
The praise that to His Xame belongs. 

3 O let us to His courts repair, 
And bow with adoration there; 
Down on our knees devoutly all 
Before the Lord our Maker fall. 

Tate and Brady 1696 

140 

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Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; 




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All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, 
And find, through Christ, salvation there. 

2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; 
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail; 
O Thou that nearest prayer, descend, 
And still be found the sinner's Friend. 

3 How blest Thy saints, how safely led, 
How surely kept, how richly fed: 
Saviour of all in earth and sea, 

How happy they who rest in Thee. 

4 Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; 
The moral waste within restore; 

O let Thy love our spring-tide be, 
And make us all bear fruit to Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 
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Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 

Know that the Lord is God alone; 
He can create, and He destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and formed us men; 

And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, 
He brought us to His fold again, 

3 We are His people, we His care, 
Our souls and all our mortal frame: 

What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to Thy name ? 

4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 
High as the heavens our voices raise; 




And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise 

5 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
Vast as eternity Thy love; 

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

Isaac Watts 1719 

John W'esley 1741 

142 

From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise: 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue 

2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord; 
Eternal truth attends Thy word; 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

Isaac Watts 17 19 



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Lord of all being, throned afar, 
Thy glory flames from sun and star; 
Centre and sonl of every sphere, 
Yet to each loving heart how near. 

2 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray 
Sheds on our path the glow of day; 
Star of our hope, Thy softened light 
Cheers the long watches of the night. 

3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn; 
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn; 



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Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign; 
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. 

4 Lord of all life, below, above, 

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
Before Thy ever-blazing- throne 
We ask no lustre of our own. 

5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, 
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, 
Till all Thy living altars claim 

One holy light, one heavenly flame. 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 1848 

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The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky. 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 

And publishes to every land 
The work of an Almighty Hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth; 



4 While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole 

5 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ?• 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing, as they shine, 

" The Hand that made us is divine." 

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reader thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love, 
Whose mercy firm through ages past 
Has stood, and shall forever last. 

2 Who can His mighty deeds express, 
Not only vast but numberless ? 
What mortal eloquence can raise 

His tribute of immortal praise? 

3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, 
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford ; 
When Thou return'st to set them free, 
Let Thy salvation visit me. 

4 may I worthy prove to see 
Thy saints in full prosperity, 
That I the joyful choir may join, 
And count Thy people's triumph mine. 

Tate and Brady 1696 



The Lord is King: lift up thy voice, 
earth, and all ye heavens rejoice: 
From world to world the joy shall ring, 
The Lord Omnipotent is King. 

2 The Lord is King: who then shall dare 
Resist His will, distrust His care, 

Or murmur at His wise decrees, 
Or doubt His royal promises ? 

3 The Lord is King: child of the dust, 
The Judge of all the earth is just; 
Holy and true are all His ways: 

Let every creature speak His praise, 

4 when His wisdom can mistake, 
His might decay, His love forsake, 
Then may His children cease to sing, 
The Lord Omnipotent is King. 

Josiah Conder 1824 



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147 

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; 
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song; 
His wondrous names and powers rehearse; 
His honors shall enrich your verse. 

2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; 
How terrible is God in arms ! 

In Israel are His mercies known, 
Israel is His peculiar throne. 

3 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest ; 
He's your defence, your joy, your rest; 
When teiTors rise, and nations faint, 

God is the strength of every saint. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



148 

Lo, God is here, let us adore, 

And own how dreadful is this place; 

Let all within us feel His power, 
And silent bow before His face, 

2 Lo, God is here: Him day and night 
United choirs of angels sing; 

To Him, enthroned above all height, 
Let saints their humble worship bring. 

3 Lord God of hosts, may our praise 
Thy courts with grateful incense fill; 

Still may we stand before Thy face, 
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will 

Gerhard Tersteegen 1731 
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When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 
Out from the land of bondage came, 

Her fathers' God before her moved, 
An awful guide, in smoke and flame 

2 By day, along the astonished lands, 
The cloudy pillar glided slow: 

By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, 
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray. 

4 And 0, when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light. 

Walter Scott 1820 

150 

LoRD,Thou hast searched and seen me through : 
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 

WARD L M. 



My rising and my resting hours, 

My heart and flesh with all their powers. 

2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
Are to my God distinctly known; 

He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break. 

3 Within Thy circling power I stand; 
On every side I find Thy hand: 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

I am surrounded still with God. 

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great, 
What large extent, what lofty height: 
My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 O may these thoughts possess my breast, 
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 

Nor let my weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin, for God is there. 

Isaac Watts 1719 
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Gon is the refuge of His saints 

When storms of sharp distress invade; 

Ere we can offer our complaints, 
Behold Him present with His aid. 

2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; 
In sacred peace our souls abide, 

While every nation, every shore, 
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 

3 There is a stream, whose gentle how 
Supplies the city of our God, 




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Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 

4 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, 
Our grief allays, our fear controls: 

Sweet peace Thy promises afford, 

And give new strength to fainting souls. 

5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, 
Secure against a threatening hour; 

Nor can her firm foundations move, 
Built on His truth, and armed with power 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee 

For the bliss Thy love bestows, 
For the pardoning grace that saves me, 

And the peace that from it flows. 
Help, O God, my weak endeavor, 

This dull soul to rapture raise; 
Thou must light the flame, or never 

Can my love be warmed to praise. 
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 

Wretched wanderer, far astray; 
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 

From the paths of death away. 

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Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 
And the light of hope revealing, 

Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling, 

Vainly would my lips express; 
Low before Thy footstool kneeling, 

Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless. 
Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 

Love's pure flame within me raise; 
And since words can never measure, 

Let my life show forth Thy praise. 

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Will His changeless goodness prove; 

From the cloud His brightness streametb: 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
Hope and comfort from above; 

Everywhere His glory shiueth: 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

John Bowring 1825 



153 

God is love; His mercy brightens 

All the path in which we rove; 
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens: 

God is wisdom, God is love. 
2 Chance and change are busy ever; 

Man decays, and ages move; 
But His mercy waneth never: 

God is wisdom, God is love. 



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Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When He spake, and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of Peace was born; 
Songs of praise arose, when He 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall crown that day; 
God will make new heavens, new earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 



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4 And can man alone be dumb 
Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
No; the Church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 

5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

James Montgomery 1819, 
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God eternal, mighty King, 
Unto Thee our praise we bring; 
All the earth doth worship Thee; 
We amid the throng would be. 

2 Holy, holy, holy! cry 
Angels round Thy throne on high 
Lord of all the heavenly Powers, 
Be the same loud anthem ours. 

3 Glorified Apostles raise, 
Night and day, continual praise; 
Hast not Thou a mission too 
For Thv children here to do? 






4 With the Prophets' goodly line 
We in mystic bond combine; 
For Thou hast to us revealed 
Things that to the wise were sealed. 

5 Martyrs, in a noble host, 

Of the cross are heard to boast; 
O that we our cross may bear, 
And a crown of glory wear! 

6 God eternal, mighty King, 
Unto Thee our praise we bring; 
To The Father, and the Son, 
And the Spirit, Three in One. 

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Glory be tc God on high, 
God, whose glory fills the sky; 
Peace on earth to man forgiven, 
Man, the well-beloved of heaven. 

2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, 
Thee we now presume to sing; 
Glad, Thine attributes confess, 
Glorious all, and numberless. 

3 Hail, by all Thy works adored, 
Hail, the everlasting Lord: 

Thee, with thankful hearts we prove 
God of power, and God of love. 

4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 
Christ, the Father's only Son; 
Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
Saviour of offending man. 

5 Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow; 
Hear, the world's atonement Thou: 
Jesus, in Thy name we pray, 
Take, take our sins away. 

6 Hear, for Thou, Christ, alone 
Art with Thy great Father One; 
One, the Holy Ghost with Thee ; 
One supreme, eternal Three. 

Charles Wesley 1739 

157 

Let us, with a gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for He is kind: 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 lie, with all-commanding might, 
Filled the new-made world with light: 
For His mercies shall endure, 

Ever faithful, ever sure. 

3 He His chosen race did bless 
In the wasteful wilderness: 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 



4 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
Looked upon our misery: 

For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

5 All things living He doth feed, 
His full hand supplies their need: 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

6 Let us therefore warble forth 
His high majesty and worth: 
For His mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

John Milton "1624 

158 

Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Be Thy glorious name adored: 
Lord, Thy mercies never fail; 
Hail, celestial Goodness, hail! 

2 Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear, 
Deign our humble songs to hear; 
Purer praise we hope to bring, 
When around Thy throne we sing. 

3 While on earth ordained to stay, 
Guide our footsteps in Thy way, 
Till we come to dwell with Thee, 
Till we all Thy glory see. 

4 Then with angel-harps again 
We will make a nobler strain; 
There, in joyful songs of praise, 
Our triumphant voices raise. 

5 There no tongue shall silent be, 
All shall join in harmony; 

That through heaven's capacious round 
Praise to Thee may ever sound. 

6 Lord, Thy mercies never fail: 
Hail, celestial Goodness, hail! 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

Be Thy glorious name adored. 

Benjamin Williams T778 



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God, the Rock of Ages, 

Who evermore hast been, 
What time the tempest rages, 

Our dwelling-place serene; 
Before Thy first creations, 

Lord, the same as now, 
To endless generations 

The Everlasting Thou! 
2 Our years are like the shadows 

On sunny hills that lie, 
Or grasses in the meadows 

That blossom but to die: 
A sleep, a dream, a story 

By strangers quickly told, 
An unremaining glory 

Of things that soon are old. 

SERENITY C. M. 

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3 Thou, who canst not slumber, 
Whose light grows never pale, 

Teach us aright to number 
Our years before they fail. 

On us Thy mercy lighten, 
On us Thy goodness rest, 

And let Thy Spirit brighten 
The hearts Thyself hast blessed. 

4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavoi 
With beauty and with grace, 

Till, clothed in light for ever, 
We see Thee face to face: 

A joy no language measures; 
A fountain brimming o'er; 

An endless flow of pleasures; 
An ocean without shore. 

Edward Henry Bickemetli 
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160 

Sweet is the memory of Thy grace, 

My God, my heavenly King ! 
Let age to age Thy righteousness 

In sounds of glory sing. 

2 God reigns on high, but not confines 
His goodness to the skies; 

Through the whole earth His bounty shines, 
And every want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait 
On Thee ibr daily food; 



Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouths with good. 

4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord! 
How slow Thine anger moves ! 

But soon He sends His pardoning word 
To cheer the souls He loves. 

5 Creatures, with all their endless race, 
Thy power and praise proclaim; 

But saints that taste Thy richer grace 
Delight to bless Thy name. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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We cannot praise Thee now, Lord, 

As spirits perfect made, 
Who walk in white before Thee, 

With Christ the Living Head; 
But praise is waiting for Thee, 

In that glad future time, 
When we shall read life's story, 

And reach our spirits' prime. 

MILLS C. 




2 We cannot praise Thee here, Lord, 

As those around Thy throne, 
Who sing the song of glory, 

And know as they are known; 
But praise is waiting for Thee 

When Zion's hill we gain; 
And here we would be singing 

A prelude to the strain. 

Anon 

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Thou Grace Divine encircling all, 

A soundless, shoreless sea ! 
Wherein at last our souls must fall, 

Love of God most free I 

2 And though we turn us from Thy face, 
And wander wide and long, 

Thou hold'st us still in Thine embrace, 
Love of God most strong ! 

3 The saddened heart, the restless soul, 
The toil-worn frame and mind, 

Alike confess Thy sweet control, 
Love of God most kind ! 

4 And filled and quickened by Thy breath, 
Our souls are strong- and free 



To rise o'er sin and fear and death, 
O Love of God, to Thee ! 

Eliza Scudder 1852 

163 

Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power 

On every hand we see ; 
may the blessings of each hour 

Lead all our thoughts to Thee. 

2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, 
And reaches to the skies; 

Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
Thy goodness never dies. 

3 In all the varying scenes of time, 
On Thee our hopes depend; 

Through every age, in every clime, 
Our Father, and our Friend. 

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Blest be Thou, O God of Israel, 
Thoii, our Father, and our Lord; 

Blest Thy majesty forever, 
Ever be Thy name adored! 

2 Thine, lord, are power and greatness; 
Glory, victory, are Thine own; 

All is Thiue in earth and heaven; 
Over all Thy boundless throne. 

3 Riches come of Thee and honor, 
Power and might to Thee belong; 

Thine it is to make us prosper, 
Only Thine to make us strong. 

4 Lord, to Thee, Thou God of mercy, 
Hymns of gratitude we raise; 

To Thy name, forever glorious, 
Ever we address our praise. 

Henry Ustick Onderdonk 1826 

165 

Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore Him, 

Praise Him, angels, in the height; 
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him; 

Praise Him, all ye stars of light. 
2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken; 

Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; 
Laws which never shall be broken, 

For their guidance He hath made. 



3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; 
Never shall His promise fail ; 

God hath made His saints victorious; 
Sin and death shall not prevail. 

4 Praise the God of our salvation; 
Hosts on high, His power proclaim; 

Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
Laud and magnify His name. 

Foundling Chapel Coll 1796 

166 

Praise to Thee, Thou great Creator, 
Praise be Thine from every tongue; 

Join, my soul, with every creature, 
Join the universal song. 

2 Father, source of all compassion, 
Pure unbounded grace is Thine: 

Hail the God of our salvation, 
Praise Him for His love divine. 

3 For ten thousand blessings given, 
For the richest gifts bestowed, 

Sound His praise through earth and heaven, 
Sound Jehovah's praise aloud. 

4 Joyfully on earth adore Him, 
Till in Heaven our song we raise: 

There, enraptured fall before Him, 
Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

John Fawcett 1767 



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Round the Lord in glory seated 

Cherubim and seraphim 
Filled His temple, and repeated 

Each to each th' alternate hymn. 

2 " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 
Earth is with its fulness stored; 

Unto Thee be glory given, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 

3 Heaven is still with glory ringing; 
Earth takes up the angels' cry, 

" Holy, holy, holy," singing, 

"Lord of Hosts, the Lord most high." 

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4 With His seraph train before Him, 
With His holy Church below, 

Thus conspire we to adore Him, 
Bid we thus our anthem flow. 

5 " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, 
Earth is with its fulness stored: 

Unto Thee be glory given, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " 

6 Thus Thy glorious name confessing, 
We adopt the angels' cry, 

"Holy, holy, holy," blessing 
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God my King, Thy might confessing, 

Ever will I bless Thy name; 
Day by day Thy throne addressing, 

Still will I Thy praise proclaim.. 
2 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, 

Works by love and mercy wrought; 
Works of love surpassing measure, 

Works of mercy passing thought. 



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Slow to anger, vast in love, 

God is good to all creation; 

All His works His goodness prove. 

4 All Thy works, Lord, shall bless thee, 
Thee shall all Thy saints adore. 

King supreme shall they confess Thee, 
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Honob and glory, thanksgiving and praise, 
Maker of all things, to Thee we upraise; 
God, the Almighty, the Father, the Lord; 
God, by the angels obeyed and adored. 



2 Thon art the Father of heaven and earth ; 
Worlds uncreated to Thee owe their birth; 
All the creation, Thy voice when it heard, 
Started to life and to light at Thy word. 



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Blessing and honor and glory and power, 
Wisdom and riches and strength evermore, 
Give ye to Him who our battle hath won, 
Whose are the kingdom, the crown, and the 
throne. 



2 Past are the darkness, the storm, and the 

war; 
Come is the radiance that sparkled afar; 
Breaketh the gleam of the day without end; 
Riseth the sun that shall never descend. 



3 Earth with the mountain, the river, the 

plain, 
Sky with the dew-drop 

rain, 
Beast of the forest, wild bird of the air, 
All are Thy creatures, aud all are Thy care. 



3 Ever ascendeth the song and the joy, 
the wind, and the Ever descendeth the love from on high, 
Blessing and honor and glory and praise, 
This is the theme of the hymns that we raise. 



4 Life of all life, and true Light of all light, 

4 Ocean the restless, and waters that swell, Star of the dawning, unchangingly bright, 
Lightnings that flash over flood, over fell, Sun of the Salem, whose light is the Lamb, 
Own Thee the Master Almighty, and call Theme of the ever-new, ever-glad psalm! 
Thee the Creator, the Father, of all. 

5 Give we the glory and praise to the Lamb, 

5 Yea, Thou art Father of all, and Thy love Take we the robe aud the harp and the 
Pity for man that is fallen doth move; palm, [slain, 
Guide us in life, and protect to the last; Sing we the song of the Lamb that was 
And, at Thiue Advent, Lord,pardou the past. Dying in weakness, but rising to reign. 

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Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, 3 Then, when the earth was first poised in 

Filled with celestial splendor and light, mid-space, 

Dhese that, where night never followeth Then, when the planets first sped on their 

day, race, 

3,aise the "Thrice holy" song ever and Then, when were ended the six days' employ, 

aye: Then all the sons of God shouted for joy. 



5 These are Thy counsellors, these dost Thou 4 Still let them succor us, still let them 

own fight, 

>od of Sabaoth, the nearest Thy throne; Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right; 

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O worship the King, all glorious above, 
O gratefully sing His power and His love; 
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, 
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise, 

2 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, 
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; 
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds 

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recite ? 
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
It streams from the hills, it descends to the 

plain, 
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 

f> Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail: 
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, 
Our Maker, Defender,Redeemer, and Friend ! 



3 The earth, with its store of wonders untold, 6 measureless Might, ineffable Love! 

Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old, While angels delight to hymn Thee above, 

Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, 

And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea, With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise. 

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Praise ye Jehovah,prais8 the Lord most holy, 3 Praise ye Jehovah,source of every blessing, 

Who cheers the contrite, girds with Before His gifts earth's richest boons are 

strength the weak; dim; 

Praise Him who will with glory crown the Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing, 

lowly, All things are ours, for we have all in Him. 

And with salvation beautify the meek. 

2 Praise ye the Lord, for all His loving 4 Praise ye the Father, God the Lord who 

kindness, gave us, 

And all the tender mercy He hath shown; With full and perfect love, His only Son; 

Praise Him who pardons all our sin and Praise ye the Son who died Himself to save 

blindness, us; 

Andcalls us sons, and takes us for His own. Praise ye the Spirit,praise the Three in One. 

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Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad His wonderful Name; 
The Name all-victorious of Jesus extol; 
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; 
And -till He is nigh, His presence we have ; 
The great congregation His triumph shall sing, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King*. 



3 "Salvation to God who sits on the throne.' 7 
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son; 

The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
Fall downon their faces,and worship theLamb 

4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right, 
All glory and power, and wisdom and might; 
All honor and blessing, with angels above, 

and infinite love 

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The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye; 
My noonday walks He shall atteud, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads, 
My weary, wandering steps He leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 



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3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
"With gloomy horrors overspread, 

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill. 
Tor Thou, Lord, art with me still: 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile: 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 

With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

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Coke, thou Fount of every blessing, 

Time my heart to sing Thy grace; 
Streams of mercy never ceasiug, 

Call for songs of loudest praise; 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Simg by flaming tongues above; 
Praise the mount. I'm fixed upon it, 

Mount of God's unchanging love. 
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 

Hither by Thy help I'm come; 
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home: 



Jesus sought me, when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed His precious blood. 
3 to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm constrained to be: 
Let that grace now, like a fette\ 

Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it 

Prone to leave the God I love; 
Here's my heart. take and seal it, 

Seal it' from Thy courts above. 

Robert Robinson 1758 



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Draw nigh, draw nigh, Immanuel And give us victory o'er the grave. 

And ransom captive Israel, Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Immanuel 

That mourns in lonely exile here, Shall come to thee, Israel ! 

Until the Son of God appear. 3 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O Lord of Might, 

Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Immauuel Who once, from Sinai's flaming height 

Shall come to thee, Israel ! Didst give the trembling tribes Thy law, 

2 Draw nigh, Jesse's Rod, draw nigh, In cloud, and majesty, and awe. 

To free us from the enemy ; Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Immanuel 

From hell's abyss Thy people save, Shall come to thee, Israel ! 

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Story of the ages past; 
All earth's annals far surpassing, 

Story that shall ever last. Ref. 
2 Christ, the Father's Son eternal, 

Once was born a Son of man; 



He who never knew beginning, 
Here on earth a life began. Ref. 

3 Here in David's lowly city, 
Tenant of the manger-bed, 

Child of everlasting ages, 

Mary's Infant lays His head. Ref. 

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Come, see in the manger the angels' dread "To God in the highest, all glory be given!" 

King] To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord, 

To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; hasten! hasten! to worship the Lord. 

O hasten! hasten! to worship the Lord. 4 To Thee, then, Jesus, this day of Thy 
2 True Son of the Father, He comes from birth, 

the skies; Be glory and honor through heaven and 
The womb of the Virgin He doth not despise ; earth ; 

To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; True Godhead Incarnate, Omnipotent Word! 

O hasten! hasten! to worship the Lord. hasten! O hasten! to worship the Lord. 

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Zion, the marvellous story be telling, How His people with joy everlasting are 

The Son of the Highest, how lowly His crowned. 

birth! Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 

The brightest archangel in glory excelling, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King! 
He stoops to redeem thee, He reigns upon 

earth! 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bring- 
Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; i Q o> 

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; 

Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing; 
2 Tell how He cometh ; from nation to nation, One chorus resound through the earth and 
The heart-cheering news let the earth echo the skies. 

round; Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 

How free to the faithful He offers salvation, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

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Hark I the herald angels sing, 
" Glory to the new-born King ! 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled !" 
Joyful all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies; 
Universal nature say, 
"Christ the Lord is born to-day." 
2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ! 
Christ the everlasting Lord ! 
Late in time behold Him come, 
Offspring of a Virgin's womb ! 



Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
Hail, the incarnate Deity ! 
Pleased as Man with men to dwell, 
Jesus, our Immanuel. 
3 Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace 1 
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! 
Light and life to all He brings, 
Risen with healing in His wings, 
Mild He lays His glory by, 
Born that man no more may die, 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

Charles Wesley 1739 



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As with gladness men of old 
Did the guiding star behold; 
As with joy they hailed its light, 
Leading onward, beaming bright; 
So, most gracious Lord, may we 
Evermore be led to Thee. 
2 As with joyful steps they sped 
To that lowly manger-bed, 
There to bend the knee before 
Him whom heaven and earth adore; 
So may we with willing feet 
Ever seek the mercy-seat. 



3 As they offered gifts most rare 
At that manger rude and bare; 
So may we with holy joy, 

Pure, and free from sin's alloy, 
All our costliest treasures bring, 
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King 

4 Holy Jesus, every day 
Keep us in the narrow way; 
And, when earthly things are past, 
Bring our ransomed souls at last 
Where they need no star to guide, 
Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 

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He has come, the Christ of God; 
Left for us His glad abode; 
Stooping from His throne of bliss, 
To this darksome wilderness ! 

2 He has come, the Prince of Peace ; 
Come to bid our sorrows cease; 
Come to scatter, with His light, 

All the shadows of our night. 

3 He, the mighty King, has come, 
Making this poor earth His home; 
Come to bear our sin's sad load, 
Son of David, Son of God. 

4 He has come, whose Name of grace 
Speaks deliverance to our race; 

Left for us His glad abode, 
Son of Mary, Son of God. 

5 Unto us a Child is born; 
Ne'er has earth beheld a morn 
Out of all the morns of time 
Half so glorious in its prime. 

6 Unto us a Son is given; 

He has come from God's own heaven, 
Bringing with Him from above 
Holy peace, and holy love. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 

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Hail, all hail the joyful mom ! 

Tell it forth from earth to heaven, 
That "to us a Child is born," 

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"to us a Son is given." 



2 Angels bending from the sky, 
Chanted at the wondrous birth, 

" Glory be to God ou high, 

Peace, good-will to man on earth." 

3 Him prophetic strains proclaim 
King of kings, the Incarnate Word; 

Great and wonderful His name, 
Prince of Peace, the Mighty God. 

4 Join we then our feeble lays, 
To the chorus of the sky; 

And, in songs of grateful praise, 
Glory give to God on high. 

Harriet Auber 1829 

186 

Bright and joyful is the morn, 
For to us a Child is born ; 
From the highest realms of heaven, 
Unto us a Son is given. 

2 Wonderful in counsel He, 
The incarnate Deity; 

Sire of ages ne'er to cease, 

King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 

3 Come and worship at His feet, 
Yield to Christ the homage meet: 
From His manger to His throne, 
Homage due to God alone. 

4 Glory be to God on high ! 
Earth, uplift the joyful cry ! 
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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Holy night! Peaceful night! 
All is dark, save the light 
Yonder where they sweet vigils keep, 
O'er the Babe who in silent sleep, 
Rests in heavenly peace. 

2 Silent night! holiest night! 
Darkness flies and all is light! 

Shepherds hear the angels sing — 
"Hallelujah! hail the King! 
Jesus Christ is here!" 

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Blessed was that happy morn, 
Full of heavenly joy. 

4 Silent night! holiest night! 
Guiding star, O, lend thy light! 

See the eastern wise men bring 
Gifts and homage to our King! 
Jesus Christ is here! 

5 Silent night! holiest night! 
Wondrous star! 0, lend thy light! 

With the angels let us sing 
Hallelujah to our King! 
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Come ye lofty, come ye lowly, 

Let your songs of gladness ring; 
In a stable lies the Holy, 

In a manger rests the King: 
See in Mary's arms reposing 

Christ by highest heaven adored: 
Come, your circle round Him closing, 

Pious hearts that love the Lord. 

2 Come ye poor, no pomp of station 

Robes the Child your hearts adore: 
He, the Lord of all salvation, 

Shares your want, is weak and poor: 
Oxen, round about behold them! 

Rafters naked, cold, and bare. 
See the shepherds, God has told them 

That the Prince of Life lies there. 



3 High above a star is shining, 
And the "Wise men haste from far: 

Come glad hearts, and spirits pining: 
For you all has risen the star. 

Let us bring our poor oblations, 

Thanks and love and faith and praise- 

Come ye people, come ye nations, 
All in all draw nigh to gaze. 

4 Hark the Heaven of heavens is ringing ■ 
Christ the Lord to man is bom! 

Are not all our hearts too singing, 
Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn ? 

Still the Child, all power possessing, 
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Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shin- 

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Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 

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Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, 



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Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 

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Yainly with gifts would His favor secure: 

Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

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Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss, 
From His poor manger to His bitter cross; 
Treading His steps, assisted by His grace, 
Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. 



2 With burst of music the celestial choir 
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire: 
The praises of redeeming love they sang, 
And heaven's whole arch with Alleluias rang ; 
God's highest glory, was their anthem still, 
Peace upon earth, and unto men good-will. 



4 Then may we hope, the angelic thrones among, 
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song; 
He, that was born upon this joyful day, 
Around us all His glory shall display; 
Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing 
Eternal praise to heaven's Almighty King. 

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Hark! what music fills the sky! 
Glory be to God on high, 

Angels sing, and hosts reply, 
Hallelujah ! 

2 To the sons of men is given 
God's dear Son, best gift of heaven, 
Pledge of grace, and sin forgiven, 

Hallelujah! 

3 Righteousness and peace embrace, 
For the Prince of Peace doth place 
His right hand on Adam's race, 

Hallelujah! 

4 Would ye see the wondrous sign, 
In a manger, Child divine, 

Lies the heir of David's line, 
Hallelujah! 

5 Thee we own as Lord and King, 
And as tribute meet we bring 
Songs which angels cannot sing, 

Hallelujah! 

6 Him we praise, Himself who gave 
To the manger and the grave 

All to ransom and to save. 
Hallelujah! 

E. Wigglesworth 



193 

Blessed night, when "Bethlehem's plain 
Echoed with the joyful strain, 
" Peace has come to earth again." 
Hallelujah! 

2 Blessed hills, that heard the song 
Of the glorious angel throng 
Swelling all your slopes along ; 

Hallelujah! 

3 Happy shepherds, on whose ear, 
Fell the tidings glad and clear, 
"God to man is drawing near." 

Hallelujah! 

4 Thus revealed to shepherd's eyes 
Hidden from the great and wise, 
Entering earth in lowly guise — 

Hallelujah! 

5 We adore thee as our King, 
And to Thee our song we sing; 
Our best offering to Thee bring, 

Hallelujah! 

6 Mighty King of Righteousness, 
King of Glory, King of Peace, 
Never shall Thy kingdom cease! 

Hallelujah! 

Horatius Bonar 



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All my heart this night rejoices, 

As I hear, far and near, 
Sweetest angel voices; 

" Christ is born! " their choirs are singing, 
Till the air everywhere 

Xow with joy is ringing. 

2 For it dawns, the promised morrow 

Of His birth, who the earth 
Rescues from her sorrow. 

God to wear our form descendeth; 
Of His grace to our race 

Here His Sou He lendeth. 



3 Hark! a voice from yonder manger 
Soft and sweet, doth entreat — 

Flee from woe and danger 
Brethren, come; from all that grieves you 
You are freed; all you need 
Here your Saviour gives you." 

4 Come, then, let us hasten yonder: 
Here let all, great and small, 

Kneel in awe and wonder. 

Love Him who with love is yearning: 
Hail the Star, that from far 

Bright with hope is burning. 



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little town of Bethlehem! 

How still we see thee lie, 
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, 

The silent stars go by; 
Yet in thy dark streets shineth 

The everlasting Light; 
The hopes and fears of all the years, 

Are met in thee to-night. 

2 For Christ is born of Mary, 

And gathered all above, 
While mortals sleep the angels keep 

Their watch of wondering love. 
O morning stars together 

Proclaim the holy birth! 
And praises sing to God the Kin?;, 

And peace to men on earth. 



3 How silently, how silently, 
The wondrous gift is given; 

So God imparts to human hearts 
The blessings of His heaven, 

No ear may hear His coming, 
But in this world of sin, 

Where meek souls will receive Him still, 
The dear Christ enters in. 

4 holy Child of Bethlehem! 
Descend to us, we pray, 

Cast out our sin and enter in, 

Be born in us to-day. 
We hear the Christmas angels, 

The great glad tidings tell, 
O, come to us, abide with us, 

Our Lord Immanuel! 

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"Glory in the highest, glorv, 

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Reaching far as man is found; 

Souls redeemed and sins forgiven; 

Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
Christ is born, the great Anointed; 

Heaven and earth His praises sing: 
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3 "Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; 
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Ox this night, all nights excelling, 

God's high praises sounded forth, 
While the angels' songs were telling 

Of the Lord's mysterious birth. 
Through the darkness, strangely splendid, 

Flashed the light on shepherds' eyes; 
As their lowly flocks they tended, 

Came new tidings from the skies. 

2 On this day then through creation 
Let the glorious hymn ring out; 

Let men hail the great salvation, 
"God with us," with song and shout. 

See the powers of hell are broken, 
Fierce and tyrannous and wild, 

And on earth glad words are spoken, 
Heralding the new-born Child. 

3 Christ, who rules the earth and heaven. 
By His truth's controlling power, 

Who a grace to men hath given 
That transforms them hour by hour. 

Grant to us of His great pity 
Pardon for our guilt and sin; 

Grant us in the heavenly city 
Peace and rest and life to win. 

Edward Hayes Plumtre 1866 



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Bethlehem, of noblest cities 

None can once with thee compare; 

Thou alone the Lord from Heaven 
Didst for us Incarnate bear. 

2 Fairer than the sun at morning 
Was the star that told His birth; 

To the lands their God announcing, 
Hid beneath a form of earth. 

3 By its lambent beauty guided, 
See, the Eastern kings appear; 

See them bend, their gifts to offer, 
Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 

4 Offerings of mystic meaning: 
Incense doth the God disclose; 

Gold a royal child proclaimeth; 
Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 

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Let us find our rest in Thee. 

2 Israel's strength and consolation, 
Hope of all the earth Thou art; 

Dear Desire of every nation, 
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Born a Child, and yet a King, 

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Sinners saved from death and hell. 

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From heaven's all gracious King." 

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Whose forms are bending low, 

Who toil along the climbing way, 
With painful steps and slow, — 

Look now; for glad and golden hours 
Come swiftly on the wing : 

O rest beside the weary road, 
And hear the angels sing. 

4 For lo, the days are hastening on 
By prophet bards foretold, 

When with the ever circling years 
Comes round the age of gold : 

When Peace shall over all the earth 
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Let folly praise that fancy loves, 

I praise and love that Child [word, 

Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no 
Whose hand no deed defiled. 

1 praise Him most, I love Him best, 

All praise and love is His; 
While Him I love, in Him I live, 
And cannot live amiss. 

2 Love's sweetest nmrk,laud's highest theme, 
Man's most desired light, 

To love Him life, to leave Him death, 

To live in Him delight. 
He mine by gift, I His by debt, 

Thus each to other due, 
First friend He was, best friend He is, 

All times will try Him true. 

3 Though young yet wise, though small, yet 
Though man, yet God He is ; [strong, 

As wise, He knows, as strong, He can, 

As God, He loves to bless. 
His knowledge rules, His strength defends, 

His love doth cherish all; 
His birth our joy, His life our light, 

His death our end of thrall. 



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Out of His tears, His sighs, and throbs, 

Doth bud a joyful spring. 
Almighty Babe, whose tender arms 

Can force all foes to fly, 
Correct my faults, protect my life, 

Direct me when I die. 

Robert Southwell 1592 

204 

Messiah, at Thy glad approach 

The howling wilds are still; 
Thy praises fill the lonely waste, 

And breathe from every hill. 

2 The hidden fountains, at Thy call, 
Their sacred stores unlock; 

Loud in the desert sudden streams 
Burst living from the rock. 

3 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, 
A robe of beauty wears; 

And in new heaveus a brighter sun 
Leads on the promised years. 

4 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace 
The lond hosanna sing; 

With hallelujahs and with hymns, 
O Zion, hail thy King 

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Calm on the listening ear of night 

Come heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 

Her silver-mantled plains; 
Celestial choirs from courts above 

Shed sacred glories there; 
And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 

Make music on the air. 
2 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply, 
And greet from all their holy heights 

The dayspring from on high: 
O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

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And Sharon waves in solemn praise 

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The realm of ether fills; 

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O'er Judah's sacred hills! 
"Glory to God! " the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring: 
" Peace on the earth; good-will to men. 

From heaven's eternal King." 

4 This day shall Christian tongues be mute, 
And Christian hearts be cold? 

O catch the anthem that from heaven 
O'er Judah's mountains rolled! 

When nightly burst from seraph-harps 
The high and solemn lay, — 

" Glory to God; on earth be peace; 
Salvation comes to-day ! " 

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Let earth receive her King; 

Let every heart prepare Him room", 
And heaven and nature sing. 

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4 He rules the world with truth and grace 
And makes the nations prove 



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Repeat the sounding joy. And wonders of His love. 

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There came three kings, ere break of day, 

All on E piphanie; 
Their gifts they bare both rich and rare, 

All, all, Lord Christ for Thee: 
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh are there, 
Where is the King? where? where? 
where is the King ? where ? 
2 The Star shone brightly over-head, 

The air was calm and still, 
O'er Bethlehem fields its rays were shed, 

The dew lay on the hill: 



"We see no throne, no palace fair, 

Where is the King ? O where ? where I 

O where is the King ? where ? 

3 An old man knelt at a manger low, 

A Babe lay in the stall; 
The starlight played on the Infant brow, 

Deep silence lay o'er all: 
A maiden bent o'er the Babe in prayer: — 
There is the King! there! there! 
O there is the King! there! 

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Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 

And every voice a song. 

2 He comes, the prisoners to release 

In Satan's bondage held; 
The gates of brass before Him burst, 

The iron fetters yield. 

ZERAH C. M. 



3 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
The bleeding soul to cure, 

And with the treasures of His grace 
To enrich the humble poor. 

4 Our glad bosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim, 

And heaven's eternal arches ring 



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The race that long in darkness pined 

Have seen a glorious light; 
The people dwell in day, who dwelt 

In death's surrounding night. 

2 To us a Child of hope is born, 
To us a Son is given ; 

Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
Him all the hosts of heaven. 

3 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 
Forevermore adored, 

The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The great and mighty Lord. 

4 His power increasing still shall spread, 
His reign no eud shall know: 

Justice shall guard His throne above. 
And peace abound below 

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O Thou, who by a star didst guide 

The wise men on their way, 
Until it came and stood beside 

The place where Jesus lay: 

2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead 
Thy servants now below, 

Thy Holy Spirit, when they need, 
Will show them how to go. 

3 As yet we know Thee but in part: 
But still we trust Thy word, 

That blessed are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see the Lord. 

4 Saviour, give us then Thy grace, 
To make us pure in heart, 

That we may see Thee face to face 
Hereafter as Thou art. 

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From the eastern mountains 

Pressing on they come, 
Wise men in their wisdom 

To His humble home; 
Stirred by deep devotion, 

Hasting from afar, 
Ever journeying onward, 
Guided by a star. 
Refrain — Light of life that shinedst, 
Ere the world began; 
Draw Thou near, and lighten 
Every heart of man. 

2 There their Lord and Saviour 
Meek and lowly lay, 

Wondrous light that led them 

Onward on their way, 
Ever now to lighten 

Nations from afar, 
As they journey homeward 

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Of the lonely night, 

Shining still before them 

With Thy kindly light, 
Guide them, Jew and Gentile, 

Homeward from afar, 
Young and old together, 

By Thy guiding star. — Ref. 

5 Until every nation, 
Whether bond or free, 

'Xeath Thy starlit banner, 

Jesus, follows Thee 
O'er the distant mountains 

To that heavenly home, 
Where nor sin nor sorrow 

Evermore shall come. — Ref. 

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Who is it in yon manger lies ? 
Who is this Child, so young and fair ? 
The blessed Christ- Child lieth there. 

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Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled 
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That sweetest ancient cradle song. 

4 Glory to God in highest heaven, 
Who unto man, His Son hath given, 
While angels sing with pious mirth. 
A glad new year to all the earth. 

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All praise to Thee, eternal Lord, 
Clothed in the garb of flesh and blood; 
Choosing a manger for Thy throne, 
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. 

2 Once did the skies before Thee bow; 
A virgin's arms contain Thee now: 
Angels who did in Thee rejoice 
Now listen for Thine infant voice 



3 A little Child, Thou art our guest, 
That weary ones in Thee may rest; 
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth, 

That we may rise to heaven from earth. 

4 Thou comest in the darksome night 
To make us children of the light, 

To make us, in the realms divine, 

.Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. 

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Ere the world began to be, 
He is Alpha and Omega 

He the source, the ending He, 
Of the things that are, that have been, 

And that future years shall see, 

Evermore and evermore. 
2 At His word the worlds were framed; 

He commanded; it was done: 
Heaven and earth and depths of ocean 

In their threefold order one; 
All that grows beneath the shining 

Of the moon and burning sun, 

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Chanted of with one accord ; 

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Promised in their faithful word; 

Now He shines, the long expected; 
Let creation praise its Lord, 

Evermore and evermore. 

4 ye heights of heaven, adore Him; 
Angel-hosts, His praises sing; 

All dominions, bow before Him, 
And extol our God and King; 

Let no tongue on earth be silent, 
Every voice in concert ring, 

Evermore and evermore. 

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On Thy bed of hay, 
Angels in the spangled heaven 
Sing their gladsome Christmas carols 

Till the dawn of day. 
2 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

On Thy bed of hay, 
Ere the mourning angel conieth 
To the moon-lit olive garden, 

Wiping tears away. 




3 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

Sweet on Mary's breast, 
Now the shepherds kneel adoring, 
Now the mother's heart is joyous, 

Take a happy rest. 

4 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, 

Sweet on Mary's breast; 
Crucified, with wounds and bruised, 
Bleeding, purple, stained, disfigured. 

One day Thou wilt rest. 



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But in Bethlehem's home there was found That should set Thy children free; 

For Thy holy nativity. [no room But with mocking scorn, and with crown of 

come to my heart, Lord Jesus, thorn 

There is room in my heart for Thee. They bore Thee to Calvary: Ref. 

2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels 5 when heaven's arch shall ring and her 
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Proclaiming Thy royal degree; At Thy coming to victory, 

But of lowly birth cam'st Thou, Lord, on Let Thy voice call me home, saying, " Yet 

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There is room at My side for thee:'' 
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, 
When Thou comest and callest for me. 

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3 The foxes found rest, and the bird its nest 
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Jesus, Son of God most high, 
God from all eternity, 
Born as man to live and die — 
Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

2 Leaving Thine eternal throne, 
Making mortal cares Thine own. 
Making God's compassion known— 

Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

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Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

4 May we mark the pattern fair 
Of Thy life of work and prayer, 
And for truth all perils dare — 

Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

5 Bid us come, at last, to Thee, 
And forever perfect be, 
Where Thy glory we shall see — 

Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

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A pilgrim through this lonely world, 

The blessed Saviour passed: 
A mourner all His life was He, 

A dying Lamb at last. 

2 That tender heart that felt for all, 
For all its life-blood gave: 

It found on earth no resting place, 
Save only in the grave. 

3 Such was our Lord: and shall we fear 
The cross with all its scorn ? 

Or love a faithless, evil world. 

That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 

4 Xo, facing all its frowns or smiles, 
Like Him, obedient still, 

We homeward press, through storm or calm 
To Zion's blessed hill. 

Edward Denny 1S39 

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Lord, when we the path retrace 
Which Thou on earth hast trod. 

To mau,Thv wondrous love and grace, 
Thy faithfulness to God:— 

2 Thy love, by man so sorely tried. 
Proved stronger than the grave: 

The very spear that pierced Thy side 
Drew forth the blood to save. 

3 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness, 
Midst darkness only light, 

Thou didst Thy Father's name confess. 
And in Hi< will delight. 



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We meekly would confess 

• How little we who bear Thy name, 
Thy mind, Thy ways, express. 

5 Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind: 
We would obedient be; 

And all our rest and pleasure find 
In fellowship with Thee. 

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Jesus, when I think of Thee, 
Thy manger, cross, and throne, 

My spirit trusts excitingly 
In Thee, and Thee alone. 

2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first: 
Then, glorious from Thy shame, 

1 see Thee death's strong fetters burst. 

And reach heaven's mightiest name. 

3 For me Thou didst become a man. 
For me didst weep and die: 

For me achieve Thy wondrous plan. 
For me ascend on high. 

4 let me share Thv holv birth. 
Thy faith, Thy death to sin! 

And. strong amidst the toils of earth. 
My heavenly life begin. 

5 Then shall I know what means the strain 
Triumphant of Saint Paul: 

"To live is Christ, to die is gain;" 
" Christ is my all in all." " 

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Behold, where in a mortal form 

Appears each grace divine! 
The virtues, all in Jesus met, 

With mildest radiance shine. 

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 
To give the mourner joy, 

To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was His divine employ. 

3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn, 
Patient and meek He stood; 

His foes, ungrateful, sought His life; 
He labored for then* good. 

4 In the last hour of deep distress, 
Before His Father's throne, 

With soul resigned. He bowed, and said. 
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide; 
His image may we bear; 

may we tread His holy steps, 
His joy and glory share! 

William Enfield 1772 

222 

What grace, Lord, and beauty shone 

Around Thy steps below: 
What patient love was seen in all 

Thy life and death of woe. 

2 Forever on Thy burdened heart 
A weight of sorrow hung; 

Yet no ungentle, murmuring word 
Escaped Thy silent tongue. 

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 
Thy friends unfaithful prove; 



Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
Thy heart could only love. 

4 give us hearts to love like Thee, 
Like Thee, Lord, to grieve. 

Far more for others' sins, than all 
The wrongs that we receive. 

5 One with Thyself, may every eye 
In us, Thy brethren, see 

That gentleness and grace that spring 
From union, Lord, with Thee. 

Edward Denny 1839 

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Jesus! exalted far on high, 
To whom a name is given — 

A name surpassing every name, 
That's known in earth or heaven! 

2 Before whose throne shall every knee 
Bow down with one accord; 

Before whose throne shall every tongue 
Confess that Thou art Lord: 

3 Jesus, who in the form of God, 
Didst equal honor claim; 

Yet, to redeem our guilty souls, 
Didst stoop to death and shame. 

4 may that mind in us be formed, 
Which shone so bright in Thee; 

An humble, meek, and lowly mind, 
From pride and euvy free. 

5 May we to others stoop, and learn 
To emulate Thy love; 

So shall we bear Thine image here, 
And share Thy throne above. 

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Thine arm, Lord, in days of old, 

Was strong to heal and save; 
It triumphed o'er disease and death, 

O'er darkness and the grave: 
To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, 

The palsied and the lame, 
The leper with his tainted life, 

The sick with fevered frame. 

2 And lo, Thy touch brought life and 

[health, 

Gave speech, and strength, and sight; 
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed 

Owned Thee, the Lord of Light: 
And now, Lord, be near to bless, 

Almighty as of yore, 
In crowded streets, by restless couch, 

As by Gennesareth's shore. 

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still, 
Thou Lord of life and death; 

Restore and quicken, soothe and bless 
With Thine almighty breath. 

To hands that work and eyes that see 
Give wisdom's heavenly lore, 

That whole and sick, and weak and strong, 
May praise Thee evermore. 

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Immortal Love, forever full, 

Forever flowing free, 
Forever shared, forever whole, 

A never-ebbing sea, 



2 Our outward lips confess the Name 
All other names above; 

Love only knoweth whence it came, 
And comprehendeth love. 

3 We may not climb the heavenly steeps 
To bring the Lord Christ down; 

In vain we search the lowest deeps, 
For Him no depths can drown. 

4 ]Sor holy bread, nor blood of grape 
The lineaments restore 

Of Him we know in outward shape 
And in the flesh no more. 

5 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet 
A present help is He; 

And faith has still its Olivet, 
And love its Galilee. 

6 The healing of His seamless dress 
Is by our beds of pain ; 

We touch Him in life's throng and press, 
And we are whole again. 

7 Through Him the first fond prayers are sai- 

Our lips of childhood frame; 

The last low whispers of our dead 

Are burdened with His name. 

8 Lord and Master of us all! 
Whate'er our name or sign, 

We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call. 
We test our lives by Thine. 

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0, where is He that trod the sea, 

0, where is He that spake, 
And demons from their victims nee, 

The dead their slumbers break; 
The palsied rise in freedom strong, 

The dumb men talk and sing, 
And from blind eyes, benighted long, 

Bright beams of morning spring. 

2 0, where is He that trod the sea, 
0, where is He that spake, 

And dark waves, rolling heavily, 
A glassy smoothness take; 

And lepers, whose own flesh has been 
A solitary grave, 

See with amaze that they are clean, 

And cry, 'T is He can save. 



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3 0, where is He that trod the sea, 
T is only He can save ; 

To thousands hungering wearily, 

A wondrous meal He gave: 
Full soon, with food celestial fed, 

Their mystic fare they take; 
'T was springtide when He blest the bread, 

And harvest when He brake. 

4 O, where is He that trod the sea; 
My soul, the Lord is here: 

Let all thy fears be hushed in thee; 

To leap, to look, to hear, 
Be thine: thy needs He 'II satisfy: 

Art thou diseased, or dumb ? 
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry ? 

"I come," saith Christ, " I come." 

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In duties and in sufferings too, 
Thy path, my Lord, I'd trace; 

As Thou hast done, so would I do, 
Depending on Thy grace. 

2 With earnest zeal,'twas Thy delight 
To do Thy Father's will; 



O may that zeal my love excite 
Thy precepts to fulfill 

3 Unsullied meekness, truth, and love, 
Through all Thy conduct shine; 

O may my whole deportment prove 
A copy, Lord, of Thine! 

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We tread earth's ragged valley o'er, 
The thought, how comforting and sweet, 
Christ trod this very path before! 
Our wants and weaknesses He knows, 
From life's first dawning to its close. 

2 Do sickness, feebleness or pain 
Or sorrow in our path appear? 
The recollection will remain, 
More deeply did He suffer here: 
His life, how truly sad and brief, 
Filled up with suffering and with grief. 



3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray 
And whisper evil things within, 

So did he, in the desert way, 
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin, 
When worn and in a feeble hour 
The tempter came with all his power. 

4 Just such as I, this earth He trod, 

With every human ill but sin; 
And though indeed the Son of God, 
As I am now, so He has been. 
My God, my Saviour, look on me 
With pity, love, and sympathy. 

James Edmeston 1S47 



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Fierce was the wild billow, 

Dark was the night, 
Oars labored heavily, 

Foam glimmered white, 
Trembled the mariners, 

Peril was nigh: 
Then said the God of God, 

"Peace! It is I!'' 

2 Ridge of the mountain-wave 

Lower thy crest! 
Wail of Euroclydon, 

Be thou at rest I 



Sorrow can never be, 

Darkness must fly, 
Where saith the Light of light, 

"Peace! It is I!" 

3 Jesus, Deliverer, 

Come Thou to me: 
Soothe Thou my voyaging 

Over life's sea; 
Thou, when the storm of death 

Boars, sweeping by, 
Whisper, Thou Truth of truth, 

"Peace! It is I!" 

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Ever came, nor came in vain, 

Still with healing words replying 
To the wearied cry of pain ; 
Hear us, Jesus, as we meet, 
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. 

2 Every care, and every sorrow, 
Be it great, or be it small, 

Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
When, where'er, it may befall, 
Lay we humbly at Thy feet, 
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat. 

3 Still the weary, sick and dying 
Need a brother's, sister's care; 

On Thy higher help relying 

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4 May each child of Thine be willing, 
Willing both in hand and heart, 

All the law of love fulfilling, 
Ever comfort to impart; 
Ever bringing offerings meet, 
Suppliant to Thy mercy seat. 

5 So may sickness, sin, and sadness, 
To Thy healing power yield, 

Till the sick and sad, in gladness, 
Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed, 
One in Thee together meet, 
Pardoned at Thy judgment seat. 

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From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place. 

2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke, 
To heaven He led His followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3 " Come, wanderers, to My Father's home, 
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest: " 

Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blessed. 

4 Decay then, tenements of dust ; 
Pillars of earthly pride, decay : 

A nobler mansion waits the just, 
And Jesus has prepared the way. 

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My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 

1 read my duty in Thy word; 
But in Thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, 
Such deference to Thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 



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Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 

4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear 
More of Thy gracious image here ; 
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Among the followers of the Lamb.' 

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How beauteous were the marks divine, 
That in Thy meekness used to shine, 
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod 
In wondrous love, Son of God. 

2 who like Thee, so mild, so bright, 
Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light, 
who like Thee did ever go 

So patient, through a world of woe ? 

3 who like Thee, so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? 
So meek, so lowly, yet so high, 

So glorious in humility ? 

4 And death, that sets the prisoner free, 
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee; 
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, 
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 

5 wondrous Lord, my soul would be 
Still more and more conformed to Thee, 
And learn of Thee, the lowly One, 
And like Thee, all my journey run. 

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The chosen of the Lord, 
God's well-beloved Son fulfils 

The sure prophetic word. 

2 No royal pomp adorns 
This King of righteousness : 

Meekness and patience, truth and love, 
Compose His princely dress. 



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Thy doctrine life imparts. 

may we feel its quickening power 
To warm and glad our hearts! 

4 Cheered by Thy beams, our souls 
Shall run the heavenly way. 

The path which Thou hast marked and trod 
Shall lead to endless day. 

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O love ! how deep, how broad, how high ! 
It fills the heart with ecstasy, 
That God, the Son of God, should take 
Our mortal form for mortals' sake. 

2 He sent no angel, to our race, 
Of higher or of lower place, 

But wore the robe of human frame 
Himself, and to this lost world came. 

3 For us He prayed, for us He taught, 
For us His daily works He wrought, 
He bore the shameful cross and death; 
For us at length gave up His breath. 

4 For us He rose from death again, 
For us He went on high to reign, 



For us He sent his Spirit here 

To guide, to strengthen and to cheer. 

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When, like a stranger on our sphere, 
The lowly Jesus sojourned here, 
Where'er He went, affliction fled, 
And sickness reared her drooping head. 

2 The eye that rolled in irksome night 
Beheld His face, for He was light; 
The opening ear, the loosened tongue, 
His precepts heard, His praises sung. 

3 His touch the outcast leper healed, 
His lips the sinner's pardon sealed; 
Warm tears o'er Lazarus He shed, 
Then spake the word that raised the dead 

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And smiled to hear their song. 

2 And since the Lord retaineth 
His love to children still, 

Though now as King He reigneth 

On Zion's heavenly hill ; 
We'll flock around His banner, 

We'll bow before His throne, 
And cry aloud, Hosanna 

To David's royal Son. 

3 For should we fail proclaiming 
Our great Redeemer's praise, 

The stones, our silence shaming, 
Would their hosannas raise. 

But shall we only render 
The tribute of our words ? 

No; while our hearts are tender, 
They too shall be the Lord's. 

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All glory, laud, and honor, 

To Thee, Redeemer, King! 
To whom the lips of children 

Made sweet hosannas ring. 
Thou art the King of Israel, 

Thou David's royal Son, 
Who in the Lord's name comest, 

The King and blessed One. 

2 The company of angels 
Are praising Thee on high; 

And mortal men, and all things 

Created, make reply. 
The people of the Hebrews 

With palms before Thee went: 
Our praise and prayer and anthems 

Before Thee we present. 

3 To Thee before Thy passion 
They sang their hymns of praise: 

To Thee, now high exalted 

Our melody we raise. 
Thou didst accept their praises; 

Accept the prayers we bring, 
Who in all good delightest, 

Thou good and gracious King. 

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O how shall I receive Thee, 

How meet Thee on Thy way; 
Blest hope of every nation, 

My soul's delight and stay? 
Jesus, Jesus, give me 

Now by Thine own pure light, 
To know whate'er is pleasing 

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With love and grace the Saviour 

Shall you to hope restore. 
He comes, who contrite sinners 

Will with the children place, 
The children of His Father, 

The heirs of life and grace. 

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Watch did Thine anxious servants keep, 
But Thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, 
Calm and still. 

2 "Save, Lord; we perish," was their cry; 
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Sank, like a little child, to sleep, 

The sullen billows ceased to leap, 
At Thy will. 

4 So, when our life is clouded o'er. 
And storm-winds drift us from the shore, 
Say, lest we sink to rise no moi-e, 

" Peace, be still." 

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Ever patient, gentle, meek, 
Holy Saviour! was Thy mind; 
Yainly in myself I seek 
Likeness to my Lord to find; 
Yet that mind which was in Thee, 
May be, must be formed in me. 

2 Days of toil, 'mid throngs of men, 
Vexed not, ruffled not Thy soul; 
Still collected, calm, serene, 
Thou each feeling couldst control: 
Lord, that mind which was in Thee, 
May be, must be formed in me. 

ST. PETER C. M. 



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For each sufferer Thou could'st feel; 
Every mourner's burden share, 

Every wounded spirit heal; 
Saviour! let Thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in Thee. 

4 When my pain is most intense, 
Let Thy cross my lesson prove: 
Let me hear Thee e'en from thence, 
Breathing words of peace and love: 
Saviour! let Thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in Thee. 

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O mean may seem this house of clay, 
Yet 't was the Lord's abode ; 

Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
Yet here Immanuel trod. 

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; 
This watch the Lord did keep; 

These burdens sore the Lord did bear; 
These tears the Lord did weep! 

3 This world the Master overcame; 
This death the Lord did die: 



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4 O vale of tears, no longer sad, 
Wherein the Lord did dwell! 

O holy robe of flesh that clad 
Our own Immanuel! 

5 Our very frailty brings us near 
Unto the Lord of heaven ; 

To every grief, to every tear, 
Such glory strange is given. 

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Sweet the moments, rich the blessing, 

Which before the cross we spend; 
Life and health and peace possessing, 

Through the sinner's dying Friend. 
Here we sit, in wonder, viewing 

Mercy poured in streams of blood; 
Precious drops, our souls bedewing, 

Make and plead our peace with God. 

2 Truly blessed is the station, 
Low before His cross to lie, 

While we see divine compassion 
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Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, 

Till we taste Thy whole salvation, 
And Thine unveiled glories see. 

3 For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, 

For the pains that wrought our peace; 
Gracious Saviour, we implore Thee, 

In our hearts Thy love increase. 
Here we feel our sins forgiven, 

While upon the Lamb we gaze; 
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Ride on, ride on in majesty! 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 

In lowly pomp, ride on to die! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh! 

Christ! Thy triumphs now begin The Father on His sapphire throne 

O'er captive death and conquered sin. Expects His own anointed Son. 

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 

The winged squadron- of the sky In lowly pomp, ride on to die: 

Look down with sad and wondering eyes Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, 

To see the approaching sacrifice. Then take, God! Thy power, and reign. 

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The royal banners forward go, 
The cross shines forth in mystic glow; 
Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, 
Oar sentence bore, our ransom paid. 

2 There while He hung, His sacred side 
By soldier's spear was opened wide, 

To cleanse us in the precious flood 
Of water mingled with His blood. 

3 To Thee, Eternal Three in One, 
Let homage meet by all be done: 
As by the cross Thou dost restore, 
So rule and guide us evermore. 

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Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 
Became a man of griefs for me; 

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In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
That I through Him enriched might be. 

2 The ever blessed Son of God 
Went up to Calvary for me; 

There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
In His own body on the tree. 

3 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
Went down into the grave for me; 

There overcame my enemies, 
There won the glorious victory. 

4 'Tis finished all: the vail is rent, 
The welcome sure, the access free;- 

Now then, we leave our banishment, 
Father, to return to Thee 






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We sing the praise of Him who died, 
Of Him who died upon the cross; 

The sinner's hope let men deride, 
For this we count the world but loss. 

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, 
In shining letters, " God is Love;" 

He bears our sins upon the tree, 
He brings us mercy from above. 

3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; 
It holds the fainting spirit up: 



It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 
And sweetens every bitter cup. 

4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 
And nerves the feeble arm for fight; 

It takes its terror from the grave, 

And gilds the bed of death with light: 

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 
The measure and the pledge of love, 

The sinner's refuge here below, 

The angels' theme in heaven above. 

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come ye to the Saviour's side; 
O come, together let as mourn; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, 
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? 

Ah, look how patiently He hangs; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed; 
His throat with parching thirst is dried; 

His failing eyes are dimmed with blood, 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 



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And all three hours His silence cried 

Fur mercy on the souls of men; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

5 Come, let us stand beneath the cross; 
So may the blood from out His side 

Fall gently on us drop by drop; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

6 A broken heart, a fount of tears 
Ask, and they will not be denied; 

Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
Since Thou for us art crucified. 

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Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow 
The star is dimmed that lately shone: 

'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, 
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, 
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; 

E'en that disciple whom He loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt 
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; 

Yet He that hath in anguish knelt 
Is not forsaken by His God. 

4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains 
Is borne the song that angels know; 

Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 

William Bingham Tapp:tii 1822 



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"'Tis finished! n so the Saviour cried, 
And meekly bowed His head, and died: 
" 'Tis finished! " yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 'Tis finished! all that heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient Prophets said 

Is now fulfilled, as was designed, 
In Me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finished! this My dying groan 
Shall sins of every kind atone; 
Millions shall be redeemed from death, 
By this My last expiring breath. 

4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round; 

'Tis finished! let the echo fly 

Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky. 

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When I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of glory died, 

My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ, my God; 

All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; 

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
Spreads o'er His body on the tree: 

Then am I dead to all the globe, 
And all the globe is dead to me. 

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 
That were a present far too small: 

Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all. 

Isaac Watts 

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Lord Jesus, when we stand afar 
And gaze upon Thy holy cross, 

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In love of Thee and scorn of self, 
O may we count the world as loss. 

2 When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, 
And the rough way that Thou hast trod, 

Make us to hate the load of sin 
That lay so heavy on our God. 

3 holy Lord, uplifted high 

W T ith outstretched arms, in mortal woe, 
Embracing in Thy wondrous love 
The sinful world that lies below; 

4 Give us an ever-living faith 

To gaze beyond the things we see; 
And, in the mystery of Thy death, 
Draw us and all men unto Thee. 

William Walsham How 1854 

253 

the sweet wonders of that cross 

Where my Redeemer loved and died: 
Her noblest life my spirit draws 

From His dear wounds, and bleeding side. 
2 I would forever speak His name 

In sounds to mortal ears unknown; 
With angels join to praise the Lamb, 

And worship at His Father's throne. 

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Without a city wall, 
Where the dear Lord was crucified, 

Who died to save us all. 

2 We may not know, we cannot tell 
What pains He had to bear; 

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He hung and suffered there. 

3 He died that we might be forgiven; 
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Of heaven, and let us in. 

5 0, dearly, dearly has He loved, 
And we must love Him too, 

And trust in His redeeming blood, 
And try His works to do. 

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Whelmed the world beneath the flood, 

Once again in mercy cleansed it 
With His own most precious blood; 

Coming from His throne on high 

On the painful cross to die. 

2 the wisdom of the Eternal! 

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Cry aloud, aud plead our cause, 
Bid our guilty terrors cease, 
Be our pardon and our peace. 

4 Prince and Author of salvation, 
Lord of Majesty supreme, 

Jesus, praise to Thee be given 

By the world Thou didst redeem. 
Glory to the Father be, 
And the spirit, One with Thee. 

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1 saw One hanging on a tree, 
In agony and blood, 

Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 
As near His cross I stood. 

2 Sure, never till my latest breath, 
Can I forget that look; 

It seemed to charge me with His death, 
Though not a word He spoke. 

3 A second look He gave, which said, 
"I freely all forgive; 

This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
I die that thou may'st live." 

4 Thus while His death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue, 

Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

John Newton 1779 

257 

To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now, 

Our weary souls repair, 
To dwell upon Thy dying love, 

And taste its sweetness there. 



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2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 
That feels the plague of sin, 

Yet knows that deep mysterious joy, 
The peace of God within. 

3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, 
Thy suffering spirit passed; 

Grace there its wondrous victory gained, 
And love endured its last. 

4 Dear suffering Lamb,Thy bleeding wounds, 
With cords of love divine, 

Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, 
And linked our life with Thine. 

5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours: 
Dear Lord, we wait to see 

Creation, all — below, above, 
Redeemed and blest by Thee. 

6 Our longing eyes would fain behold 
That bright and blessed brow, 

Once wrung; with bitterest anguish, wear 



Its crown of glory now. 



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Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 
And did my Sovereign die ? 

Would Hj devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I had done 
He groaned upon the tree ? 

Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
And love beyond degree! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
And shut His glories in, 



When God, the mighty Maker, died 
For man, the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
While His dear cross appears: 

Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness! 
And melt, mine eyes, to tears ! 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
The debt of love I owe; 

Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
Ti> all thai I ran do. 

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Sacred Head, now wounded, 

With grief and shame weighed down, 
Now scornfully surrounded 

Witli thorns, Thine only crown; 
sacred Head, what glory, 

What bliss, till now was Thine! 
Yet, though despised and gory, 

I joy to call Thee mine. 

2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 
Was all for sinner's gain: 

Mine, mine was the transgression, 
But Thine the deadly pain: 

Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 
J Tis I deserve Thy place; 

Look on me with Thy favor, 
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, 
Above all joys beside, 

When in Thy body broken, 

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My Lord of life, desiring 

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O make me Thine forever; 

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Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to Thee p au i Gerhardt 1656 

Tr. by James Waddell Alexander 1829 

260 

My sins, my sins, my Saviour! 

Their guilt I never knew 
Till, with Thee, in the desert 

I near Thy passion drew; 
Till, with Thee, in the garden, 

I heard Thy pleading prayer, 
And saw the sweat-drops bloody, 

That told Thy sorrow there. 
2 Therefore my songs, my Saviour, 

E'en in this time of woe, 
Shall tell of all Thy goodness 

To suffering man below. 
Thy goodness and Thy favor, 

Whose presence from above, 
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour 

That live in Thee and love. 

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Jesus, we adore Thee, 

Upon the cross, our King: 
AVe bow our hearts before Thee; 

Thy gracious name we sing: 
That name hath brought salvation, 

That name, in life our stay; 
Our peace, our consolation 

When life shall fade away. 

2 Yet doth the world disdain Thee, 
Still passing by Thy cross: 

Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; 
All else we count but loss 



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And nailed Thee to the tree: 

Our pride, Lord, disdained Thee; 
Yet deign our hope to be. 

3 O glorious King, we bless Thee, 

No longer pass Thee by; 
O Jesus, we confess Thee 

Our Lord enthroned on high. 
Lord, grant to us remission; 

Life through Thy death restore; 
Yea, grant us the fruition 

Of life for evermore. 

Arthur To.ier Rassell 1851 
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Thy life was given for me! 

Thy blood, Lord, was shed 
That I might ransomed be, 
And quickened from the dead. 
Thy life was given for me: 
What have I given for Thee? 

2 Long years were spent for me 
In weariness and woe, 

That through eternity 
Thy glory I might know. 

Long years were spent for me: 
Have I spent one for Thee ? 

3 Thy Father's home of light, 
Thy rainbow-circled throne, 

Were left for earthly night, 

S. M. 



For wanderings sad and lone. 
Yea, all was left for me: 
Have I left aught for Thee? 

4 And Thou hast brought to me 
Down from Thy home above 

Salvation full and free, 
Thy pardon and Thy love. 

Great gifts Thou broughtest me. 
What have I brought to Thee ? 

5 let my life be given, 

My years for Thee be spent! 
World-fetters all be riven, 
And joy with suffering blent, 
Thou gavest Thyself for me: 
I give myself to Thee. 

Frances Ridley Havergal 

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O perfect life of love! 

All, all is finished now; 
All that He left His throne above 

To do for us below. 

2 No pain that we can share 
But He has felt its smart; 

All forms of human grief and care 
Have pierced that tender heart. 



3 And on His thorn-crowned head, 
And on His sinless soul, 

Our sins in all their guilt were laid, 
That He might make us whole. 

4 In perfect love He dies: 
For me He dies, for me: 

O all-atoning Sacrifice, 
I cling by faith to Thee. 

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Jesus, in Thy dying woes, 
Even while Thy life-blood flows, 
Craving pardon for Thy foes: 
Hear us, Holy Jesus. 

2 Saviour, for our pardon sue, 
When our sins Thy pangs reuew, 
For we know not what we do: 

3 may we, who mercy need, 
Be like Thee in heart and deed, 
When with wrong our spirits bleed: 

Part II. 
Jesus, pitying the sighs 
Of the thief, who near Thee dies, 
Promising him paradise: 

2 May we in our guilt and shame, 
Still Thy love and mercy claim, 
Calling humbly on Thy name: 

3 remember us who pine, 
Looking from our cross to Thine; 
Cheer our souls with hope divine: 

Part III. 
Jesus, loving to the end 
Her whose heart Thy sorrows rend, 
And Thy dearest human friend: 

2 May we in Thy sorrows share, 
And for Thee all peril dare. 
And enjoy Thy tender care: 

3 May we all Thy loved ones be, 
All one holy family, 

Loving for the love of Thee: 

Part IV. 
Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown, 
With our evil left alone, 
While no lig-ht from heaven is shown: 



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2 When we vainly seem to pray, 
And our hope seems far away, 
In the darkness be our stay: 

3 Though no Father seem to hear, 
Though no light our spirits cheer, 
Tell our faith that God is near: 

Part V. 
Jesus, in Thy thirst and pain, 
While Thy wounds Thy life-blood drain, 
Thirsting more our love to gain: 

2 Thirst for us in mercy still; 
All thy holv work fulfil, — 
Satisfy Thy' loving will: 

3 May we thirst Thy love to know; 
Lead us in our sin and woe 
Where the healing waters flow: 

Part VI. 
Jesus, — all our ransom paid, 
All Thy Father's will obeyed, 
By Thy sufferings perfect made: 

2 Save us in our souls' distress, 
Be our help to cheer and bless, 
While we grow in holiness: 

3 Brighten all our heavenward way, 
With an ever holier ray, 

Till we pass to perfect day: 

Part VII. 
Jesus, — all Thy labor vast, 
All Thy woe and conflict past, — 
Yielding up Thy soul at last: 

2 When the death shades round us lower, 
Guard us from the tempter's power, 
Keep us in that trial hour: 

3 May Thy life and death supply 
Grace to live and grace to die, 
Grace to reach the home on high: 

Thomas Benson Pollock 1874 
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Near the cross was Mary weeping, 
There her mournful station keeping, 

Gazing on her dying Son: 
There in speechless anguish groaning, 
Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, 

Through her soul the sword had gone 
2 When no eye its pity gave us, 
When there was no arm to save us, 

He His love and power displayed: 

GENOA 8,8,7. D. 




By His stripes He wrought our healing, 
By His death, our life revealing, 

He for us the ransom paid. 
3 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, 
That from sin we may refrain us, 

In Thy griefs may deeply grieve: 
Thee our best affections giving, 
To Thy glory ever living, 

May we in Thy glory live. 

Tr. by James Waddell Alexander 1842 

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And to us a voice is calling 

Like a trumpet silver-clear: 
'T is the voice announcing pardon, 
" It is finished," is its burden, 

Pardon to the far and near. 
2 Peace that glorious blood is sealing, 
All our wounds forever healing, 

And removing every load; 




Words of peace that voice has spoken, 
Peace that shall no more be broken, 

Peace between the soul and God. 
3 God is love; — we read the writing 
Traced so deeply in the smiting 

Of the glorious Surety there. 
God is light ; — we see it beaming, 
Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming, 

So divinely sweet and fair. 

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Death shall be despoiled to-morrow 
Of the prey he grasps to-night ; 

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Christ must sleep within the tomb. 

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Chant His requiem soft and low ; 

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Perfect man on thee was tortured, 
Perfect God on thee has bled! 

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Tell His triumphs far and wide; 
Tell aloud the wondrous story 

Of His body crucified; 
How upon the cross a victim, 

Vanquishing in death He died. 

2 Such the order God appointed 
When for sin He would atone; 

To the serpent thus opposing 

Schemes yet deeper than his own; 

Thence the remedy procuring, 

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To a death of bitter pain; 
He, the Lamb, upon the altar 

Of the cross, for us was slain. 

4 Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches! 
See the thorns upon His brow! 

Xails His hands and feet are rending! 

See, His side is open now! 
Whence, to cleanse the whole creation, 

Streams of blood and water flow. 

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Ye that feel the tempter's power; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with Him one bitter hour: 
Turn not from His griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 
View the Lord of life arraigned ; 

the wormwood and the gall! 

the pangs His soul sustained! 
Shun not suffering, shame or loss; 
Learn of Him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 
There, adoring at His feet, 

Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete: 
" It is finished," hear the cry; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid His breathless clay: 
All is solitude and gloom; 

Who hath taken Him away ? 
Christ is risen; He meets our eyes; 

Saviour, teach us so to rise. 

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Sounds aloud from Calvary; 

See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth and veils the sky: 
"It is finished!" 

Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 "It is finished!" what pleasure 
Do these charming words aiford! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure 



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Resting from His work to-day, 
In the tomb the Saviour lay; 
Still He slept, from head to feet 
Shrouded in the winding sheet, 
Lying in the rock alone, 
Hidden by the sealed stone. 

2 Late at even there was seen 
Watching long the Magdalene ; 
Early, ere the break of day, 
Sorrowful she took her way 

To the holy garden glade, 
Where her buried Lord was laid. 

3 So with Thee, till life shall end, 
I would solemn vigil spend; 

Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine 
In this rocky heart of mine, 
Where in pure embalmed cell 
None but Thee may ever dwell. 

4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 
True affection's offering; 

Close the door from sight and sound 
Of the busy world around; 
And in patient watch remain 
Till my Lord appear again. 

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"It is finished!" 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
Join to sing the pleasing theme; 

All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name; 
Hallelujah! 

Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 

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So rest, our Rest, 

Thou ever blest, 
Thy grave with sinners making: 
By Thy precious death, from sin 
Our dead souls awaking. 

2 Here hast Thou lain 
After much pain, 

Life of our life, reposing: 
Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave, 
Rock of Ages, closing. 

3 Breath of all breath ! 
We know from death 

Thou wilt our dust awaken: 



Wherefore should we dread the grave, 
Or our faith be shaken ? 

4 The body dies, — 
Naught else, — and lies 

In dust until victorious 
From the grave it shall arise 
Beautiful and glorious. 

5 Meantime we will, 
Jesus, still 

Deep in remembrance lay Thee, 

Musing on Thy death; in death 

Be with us, we pray Thee. 

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rHou sore oppressed, the Sabbath-rest 

In yon still grave art keeping: 
All thy labor now is done, 

Past is all Thy weeping. 
I The strife is o'er, naught hurts Thee more: 

The heart at last hath slumbered 
rhat in conflict sore for us 

Bore our sins unnumbered. 
5 Thou awful tomb, once filled with gloom, 

How blessed and how holy 
Art thou now, since in the grave 
Slept the Saviour lowly I 



4 How calm and blest, the dead now rest 
Who in the Lord departed: 

All their works do follow them, 
Yea, they sleep glad-hearted! 

5 lead us Thou to rest e'en now, 
With all who, sorely anguished 

'Neath the burden of their sins, 
Long in woe have languished. 

6 Lord, our Rock, soon grant Thy flock 
To see Thy Easter morning: 

Strife and pain will all be past 
When that day is dawning. 

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Of triumphant gladness! 
God hath brought His Israel 

Into joy from sadness, 
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke 

Jacob's sons and daughters, 
Led them with unmoistened foot 

Through the Red sea waters. 
2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day: 

Christ hath burst His prison, 
From the frost and gloom of death 

Light and life have risen. 
All the winter of our sins, 

Long and dark, is flying 
From His light to whom we give 

Thanks and praise undying. 

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With the day of splendor, 

With the royal feast of feasts, 

Comes its joy to render; 
Comes to glad Jerusalem, 

Who, with true affection, 
Welcomes in unwearied strains 

Jesus' resurrection! 

4 " Hallelujah! " now we cry 
To our King Immortal, 

Who, triumphant, burst the bars 

Of the tomb's dark portal; 
11 Hallelujah " with the Son, 

God the Father praising; 
u Hallelujah " yet again 

To the Spirit raising. 

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"The Lord is risen indeed!" 

The grave hath lost its prey; 
With Him shall rise the ransomed seed 

To reign in endless day. 
2 "The Lord is risen indeed! " 

He lives, to die no more; 
He lives His people's cause to plead, 

Whose curse and shame He bore. 



3 " The Lord is risen indeed! " 
Attending angels, hear! 

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed 
The joyful tidings bear! 

4 Then take your golden lyres, 
And strike each cheerful chord; 

Join all the bright, celestial choirs, 
To sing our risen Lord! 

Thomas Kelly 1804 



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The Passover of gladness, 

The Passover of God. 
From death to life eternal, 

From earth unto the sky, 
Our Christ hath brought us over, 

With hymns of victory. 
2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 

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The Lord in rays eternal 

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Let earth her song begin; 
Let the round world keep triumph 

And all that is therein; 
Invisible and visible, 

Their notes let all things blend, 
For Christ the Lord hath risen. 

Our Joy that hath no end. 

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Christ is risen! Hallelujah! 

Risen our victorious Head! 
Sing His praises! Hallelujah! 

Christ is risen from the dead! 
Gratefully our hearts adore Him, 

As His light once more appears; 
Bowing down in joy before Him, 
Rising up from grief and tears. 
Ref. — Christ is risen! Hallelujah! 

Risen our victorious Head. 
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Christ is risen from the dead! 
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He returns to life once more; 
Death and hell before Him bending, 

He doth rise, the victor now: 
Angels on His steps attending; 

Glory round His wounded brow. — Ref, 
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Death or hell shall us enthrall: 
We are Christ's, in Him for ever 

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'Tis His day of resurrection! 

Let us rise and keep the Feast. — Ref. 

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That gilds the sacred tomb, 

Where Christ the Crucified was borne, 
And veiled in midnight gloom! 

weep no more the Saviour slain: 

The Lord is risen! He lives again! 

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 
For your departed Lord: 

"Behold the place, He is not here/ 



The tomb is all unbarred: 
The gates of death were closed in vain: 
The Lord is risen! He lives agaiu! 
3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer 

Your early footsteps bend; 
The Saviour will Himself be there, 

Your advocate and friend: 
Once by the law your hopes were slain, 
But now iu Christ ye live again. 

Thomas Hastings 1832 



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Jesus lives! no longer now 

Can thy terrors, Death, appal me; 

Jesus lives! by this I know, 

From the grave He will recall me. 

Brighter scenes will then commence; 

This shall be my confidence. 

2 Jesus lives! to Him the throne 
High o'er heaven and earth is given: 

I shall go where He is gone, 

Live and reign with Him in heaven. 
God is pledged; weak doubtings, hence! 
This shall be my confidence. 

3 Jesus lives! for me He died, 
Hence will I, to Jesus living, 

Pure in heart and act abide, 



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Praise to Him and glory giving. 
Freely God doth aid dispense; 
This shall be my confidence. 

4 Jesus lives! I know full well, 
Naught from me His love shall sever-, 

Life, nor death, nor powers of hell, 

Part me now from Christ for ever. 
God will be a sure defence: 
This shall be my confidence. 

5 Jesus lives! henceforth is death 
But the gate of life immortal; 

This shall calm my trembling breath, 

When I pass its gloomy portal. 
Faith shall cry, as fails each sense, 
" Lord, Thou art my confidence!" 




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Awake, glad soul! awake, awake! 

Thy Lord hath risen long; 
Go to His grave, and with thee take 

Both tuneful heart and song; 
Where life is waking all around, 

Where love's sweet voices sing, 
The first bright blossom may be found 

Of an eternal spring. 

2 The shade and gloom of life are fled 
This resurrection day; 

Henceforth in Christ are no more dead, 
The grave hath no more prey : 

In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep, 
In Christ we wake and rise; 

And the sad tears death makes us weep, 
He wipes from all our eyes. 

3 Then wake, glad heart! awake, awake! 
And seek thy risen Lord, 

Joy in His resurrection take 

And comfort in His word: 
And let thy life through all its ways 

One long thanksgiving be, 
Its theme of joy, its song of praise, 

" Christ died and rose for me." 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 



284 

The morning purples all the sky, 

The air with praises rings, 
Defeated hell stands sullen by, 

The world exulting sings: 

2 While He, the King all strong to save, 
Rends the dark doors away, 

And through the breaches of the grave 
Strides forth into the day. 

3 Death's captive in his gloomy prison 
Fast fettered He has lain ; 

But He has mastered death, is risen, 
And death wears now the chain. 

4 The shining angels cry, " Away 
With grief; no spices bring; 

Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, 
Should greet the rising King!" 

5 That Thou our Paschal Lamb may'st be, 
And endless joy begin, 

Jesus, Deliverer, set us free 
From the dread death of sin. 

6 Glory to God! our glad lips cry; 
All praise and worship be 

On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, 
For Christ's great victory! 

Ambrose 397 
Tr. by Alexander Ramsay Thompson 1867 



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Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife, 
Xow welcome from the cave ! 

To-day we triumph in Thy life 
Around Thine empty grave. 

2 Our enemy is put to shame, 
His short-lived triumph o'er; 

Our God is with us, we exclaim, 
We fear our foe no more. 

3 share with us the spoils, we pray, 
Thou diedst to achieve; 

We meet within Thy house to-day 
Our portion to receive. 

4 And let Thy conquering banner wave 
O'er hearts Thou makest free, 

And point the path that from the grave 
Leads heavenward up to Thee. 

5 We bury all our sins and crime 
Deep in our Saviour's tomb, 

And seek the treasure there, that time 
Xor change can e'er consume. 

6 We die with Thee: let us live 
Henceforth to Thee aright; 



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Benjamin Schmolke 1712 
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286 

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Your sweetest notes employ, 
The Paschal victory to hymn 

In strains of holy joy. 

2 For Judah's Lion bursts His chains, 
Crushing the serpent's head; 

And cries aloud through death's domains, 
To wake the imprisoned dead. 

3 Triumphant in His glory now, 
To Him all power is given; 

To Him in one communion bow 
All saints in earth and heaven. 

4 While we, His soldiers, praise our King, 
His mercy we implore, 

Within His palace bright to bring 
And keep us evermore. 

Fulbert 1020 
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Hearts to heaven and voices raise; 
Sing to God a hymn of gladness, 

Sing to God a hymn of praise: 
He who on the cross a victim 

For the world's salvation bled, 
Jesus Christ, the King of glory, 

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Ripened by His glorious sunshine 
From the furrows of the grave. 

3 Christ is risen, we are risen; 

Shed upon us heavenly grace. 
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory 

From the brightness of Thy face; 
That we, with our hearts in heaven, 

Here on earth may faithful be, 
And by angel-hands be gathered, 

And be ever, Lord, with Thee. 

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Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 

The strife is o'er, the battle done! 

The victory of life is won; 

The song of triumph has begun, Alleluia! 

2 The powers of death have done their worst 
But Christ their legions hath dispersed; 
Let shouts of holy joy outburst, 

3 The three sad days are quickly sped; 



He rises glorious from the dead: 
All glory to our risen Head! 

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell; 
The bars from heaven's high portals fell: 
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! 

5 Lord, by the stripes that wounded Thee, 
From death's dread sting Thy servants free, 
That we may live, and sing to Thee, Alleluia ! 

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Sing with all the sous of glory, 

Sing the resurrection sous;! 
Death and sorrow, earth's dark story, 

To the former days belong: 
All around the clouds are breaking, 

Soon the storms of time shall cease, 
In God's likeness mau, awaking, 

Knows the everlasting peace. 
2 Life eternal! heaven rejoices, 

Jesus lives who once was dead; 
Join, O man, the deathless voices, 

Child of God, lift up thy head! 

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Saints all longing for their heaven. 
Prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages, 

All await the glory given. 
3 Life eternal! what wonders 

Crowd on faith; what joy unknown, 
When, amidst earth's closing thunders, 

Saints shall stand before the throne! 
O to enter that bright portal, 

See that glowing firmament, 
Know, with Thee, God immortal, 

"Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent!" 

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Christ is risen! Christ is risen! 

He hath burst His bonds in twain! 
Christ is risen! Christ is risen! 

Alleluia! swell the strain! 
For our gain He suffered loss 

By Divine decree; 
He hath died upon the cross, 

But our God is He. — Ref. 
2 See the chains of death are broken! 

Earth below and heaven above 
Joy in each amazing token 

Of His rising, Lord of love; 
He for evermore shall reign 

By the Father's side, 



Till He comes to earth again, 

Ccmes to claim His bride. — Ref. 
3 Glorious angels downward thronging 

Hail the Lord of all the skies; 
Heaven, with joy and holy longing 

For the "Word incarnate cries, 
"Christ is risen! Earth, rejoice! 

Gleam, ye starry train! 
All creation, find a voice! 
He o'er all shall reign ! " 
Ref. — Christ is risen! Christ is risen! 

He hath burst His bonds in twain! 
Christ is risen, Christ is risen, 
O'er the universe to reign ! 

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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; 
The Lord has risen with victory: 
Let earth be glad and raise the cry, 

Hallelujah! 
2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, 
To cleanse the earth His blood has given; 
Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: 

Hallelujah! 



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Are sown to rise to heavenly day; 
For He bv rising bursts the way: 

Hallelujah! 

4 0, praise the Father, and the Son, 
Who has for us the triumph won, 
And Holy Ghost, the Three in One: 

Hallelujah! 



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Vain were the terrors that gathered around destroy: 

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Death, yield up thy mighty prey: 
See, He rises from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

2 'T is the Saviour: angels, raise 
Fame's eternal trump of praise; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 

3 Heaven displays her portals wide. 
Glorious Hero, through them ride; 

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Thy great Father's and Thine own. 

4 Praise Him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
Strike and sweep your golden lyres: 
Shout, earth, in rapturous song, 
Let the strains be sweet and strong. 

5 Every note with wonder swell, 
Sin o'erthrown and captived hell; 
Where is hell's once dreaded king ? 
Where, death, thy mortal sting ? 

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Jesus Christ is risen to-day, 
Our triumphant holy-day ; 
Who did once upon the cross 
Suffer to redeem our loss. 
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing 
Unto Christ our heavenly King, 
Who endured the cross and grave, 
Sinners to redeem and save. 



3 But the pains which He endured, 
Our salvation have procured: 
Now above the sky He's King. 
Where the angels ever sing. 

4 Sing we to our God above 
Praise eternal as His love: 
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 



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Sons of men and angels say. 
Raise your joys and triumphs high; 
Sing, ye heavens; and earth, reply. 

2 Tain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
Christ has burst the gates of hell ; 
Death in vaiu forbids His rise; 
Christ has opened paradise. 

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Where's thy victory, grave ? 

4 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Following our exalted Head: 
Made like Him, like Him we rise; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

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"Welcome happy morning!" age to age 4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, 
shall say; Thou from heaven beholding human nature's 

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to- fall, 

day! ' Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son. 

Lo! the dead is living, God for evermore! Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. 

Him, their true Creator, all His works adore ! Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to- 

" Welcome, happy morning!" age to age day. 

sha11 *** 5 Thou, of life the Author, death didst un- 

2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for dergo, 

spring, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength 

All fresh gifts returned with her returning to show; 

King: Come then, true and faithful, now fulfill Thy 

Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every word; 

bough. 'T is Thine own third morning, rise buried 

Speak His sorrow ended, hail His triumph Lord! 

now. "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age 

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to- shall say. 

J' 6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with 

3 Months in due succession, days of lengthen- Satan's chain 

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Hours and passing moments praise Thee in Shew Thy face in brightness, bid the nations 

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Brightness of the morning, sky and fields Bring again our daylight; day returns with 

and sea, Thee! [day! 

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Angel voices sing, 
Pearly gates are opened, 
Opened for the King; 
Jesus, King of glory, 

Jesus, King of love, 
Is gone up in triumph 
To His throne above. 
Refrain. — All His work is ended, 
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Calling them to glory, 

Sending them His grace; 
His bright home preparing, 

Faithful ones, for you ; 
Jesus ever liveth, 

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Has received Him from our sight; 
High in heaven, where eye of men 
Follows not, nor angels' ken; 
Through the veils of time and space, 
Passed in to the holiest place; 
All the toil, the sorrow done, 
All the battle fought and won. 

2 He is gone; towards their goal 
World and Church must onward roll: 
Far behind we leave the past; 
Forward are our glances cast: 



Still His words before us range 
Through the ages, as they change: 
Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead, 
He will give whate'er we need. 

3 He is gone; but we once more 
Shall behold Him as before; 
In the heaven of heavens the same, 
As on earth He went and came. 
In the many mansions there, 
Place for us He will prepare: 
In that world unseen, unknown, 
He and we shall yet be one. 

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God is gone up on high, 

With a triumphant noise; 
The anthems of the sky 
Proclaim the angelic joys: 
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing, 
Glory ascribe to glory's King! 

2 God in the flesh below, 
For us He reigns above; 
Let all the nations know 

The Saviour's conquering love: 
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing, 
Glory ascribe to glory's King! 



3 All power to our great Lord 

Is by the Father given; 
By angel hosts adored 

He reigns supreme in heaven: 
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing, 
Glory ascribe to glory's King! 

4 Till all the earth renewed 

In righteousness divine, 
With all the hosts of God, 

In one great chorus join: 
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing, 
Glory ascribe to glory's King! 

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4 Lion of Judah, hail! 
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Our Jesus is gone up on high; 

The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragged to the portals of the sky. 

2 There His triumphal chariot waits. 
And angels chant the solemn lay: — 

" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates. 
Ye everlasting doors, give way. 

3 " Loose all your bars of massy light. 
And wide unfold the ethereal scene ; 

He claims these mansions as His right; 
Receive the King of glory in.'' 

4 "Who is this King of glory, who?" 
"The Lord that all His foes o'ercame: 

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ; 
And Jesus is the conqueror's name." 

5 Lo. His triumphal chariot waits. 
And angels chant the solemn lay: — 

"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates. 
Ye everlasting doors give way." 

fi "Who is this King of glory, who?" 
" The Lord of glorious power possessed, 

The King of saints and angels, too: 
God over all, forever blessed." 

Charles Wesley 1741 



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The winepress of the wrath of God 
Ascend, and claim again on high 
Thv glory, left for us to die. 

2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat. 

And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet; 
Ten thousand thousands" round Thee sing, 
And share the triumph of then' King. 

3 The angel-host enraptured waits: 
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates!" 
O God and Man ! the Father's throne 
Is now, for evermore, Thine own. 

4 Our great Hi<rh-PriestandSliepherd,Thou 
Within the veil art entered now. 

To offer there Thy precious blood, 
Once poured on earth a cleansing flood 

5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen bride, 
With countless gifts of grace supplied. 
Through all her members draws from Thee 
Her hidden life of sanctity. 

6 Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care 
Thy lowly members heavenward bear; 
Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, 
With Thee for evermore to reign. 

Charles Coffin 1736 
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I, the mighty One to save!" 

2 "Why is Thine apparel red, 
Stains of blood bespeaking, 

Why Thy robe as theirs that tread 
In the wine-press, reeking 

With the juice of grape, say why 
Such strange garb of victory ?" 

3 "I have trodden all alone, 
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Rescue then my vengeance brought. 
Mine own arm salvation wrought." 

4 Yes! Thy secret, Lord, is known. 
Whence Thy red-dyed raiment! 

Xot Thy foenians blood — Thine own, 

Lavished for the payment 
Of the debt none else could pay. 

Guilt none else could wash away! 

5 Lord! though erring from Thy grace. 
Though our hearts be hardened, 

Grant Thine exiled sons a place 

In Thy city, pardoned! 
There to meet — life's warfare done — 

Thy true Godhead, Three in One! 

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Ravished from our wishful eyes! 
Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
Re-asceuds His native heaven. 

2 There the glorious triumph waits, 
Lift your heads, eternal gates! 
Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
Take the King of glory in! 



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4 Lord, though parted from our sight, 
High above yon azure height, 

Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
Following Thee beyond the skies. 

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4 Place the crown upon His brow; 
Every knee to Him shall bow: 
Him the brightest seraph sings; 
Heaven proclaims Him "King of kings!" 

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Hark, the choirs of angel voices 

Joyful hallelujahs sing, 
And the portals high are lifted, 

To receive their heavenly King. 

2 Who is this that comes in glory, 
With the trump of jubilee? 

Lord of battles, God of armies, 
He has gained the victory; 

He who on the cross did suffer, 
He who from the grave arose, 

He has vanquished sin and Satan, 
He by death has spoiled His foes. 

3 Thou hast raised our human nature 
On the clouds to God's right hand, 

There we sit in heavenly places, 
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Man with God is on the throne, 

Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension 
We by faith behold our own. 

4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, 
Give us wings of faith and love, 

Gales of holy aspiration 

Wafting us to realms above; 

That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 

Where He sits enthroned in glory 
In the heavenly citadel. 

5 So at last, when He appeareth, 
We from out our graves may spring, 

With our youth renewed like eagles', 
Flocking round our heavenly King, 

Caught up on the clouds of heaven, 
And may meet Him in the air, 

Rise to realms where He is reigning, 
And may reign forever there. 

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3 Dav and night thev crv before Him, 
" Holy, holy, holy Lord! " 

All the powers of heaven adore Him, 
All obey His sovereign word; 

Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, 
Crown Him, everlasting King. 

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Who is this that comes from Edom, 
All His raiment stained with blood, 

To the captive speaking freedom, 
Bringing and bestowing good; 

Glorious in the garb He wears, 
Glorious in the spoil He bears ? 

2 'T is the Saviour, now victorious, 
Travelling onward in His might; 

'T is the Saviour ; O how glorious 
To His people is the sight ! 

Satan conquered, and the grave. 
Jesus now is strong to save. 



3 Why that blood His raiment staining; 
'T is the blood of many slain : 

Of His foes there's none remaining, 

Xone the contest to maintain. 
Fallen they are, no more to rise ; 

All their glory prostrate lies. 

4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever, 
Wear the crown so dearly won; 

Xever shall Thy people, never, 

Cease to sing what Thou hast done: 

Thou hast fought Thy people's foes ; 
Thou hast healed Thy peoples woes. 

Thomas Kelly 1809 

309 

Hark! ten thousand harps and voices 
Sound the note of praise above ! 

Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; 
Jesus reigns, the God of love; 

See,He sits on yonder throne; 
Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 King of glory, reign forever! 
Thine an everlasting crown; 

Nothing from Thy love shall sever 

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own; 

Happy objects of Thy grace, 
Destined to behold Thy face. 

3 Saviour, hasten Thine appearing; 
Bring, bring the glorious day, 

When the awful summons hearing, 
Heaven and earth shall pass away: 

Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 
11 Glory, glory to our King! " 

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Jesus, Lord of life eternal, 

Taking those He loved the best, 

Stood upon the Mount of Olives, 
And His own the last time blessed: 

Then, though He had never left it, 
Sought again His Father's breast. 

2 Knit is now our flesh to Godhead, 
Knit in everlasting bands: 

Call the world to highest festal: 

Floods and oceans, clap your hands: 

Angels, raise the song of triumph : 
Make response, ye distant lands. 

3 Loosing death with all its terrors 
Thou ascended'st up on high; 

And to mortals, now immortal, 

Gavest immortality, 
As Thine own disciples saw Thee 

Mounting Yictor to the sky. 

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Come, ye faithful raise the anthem, 

Cleave the skies with shouts of praise ; 
Sing to Him who found the ransom, 



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Love eternal, free, and boundless, 

Led the Lord of life to die: 
Lifted up the Prince of princes 

On the throne of Calvary. 

3 Now on these eternal mountains 
Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, 

Where unceasing hallelujahs 
They upraise, the sons of light: 

Zion's people tell His praises, 
Yictor after hard-won fight. 

4 Bring your harps and bring your incense, 
Sweep the string and pour the lay; 

Let the earth proclaim His wonders, 

King of that celestial day. 
He, the Lamb once slain, is worthy, 

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Thou art gone up on high 

To mansions in the skies; 
And round Thy throne unceasingly 

Glad songs of praise arise. 
But we are lingering here 

With sin and care oppressed: 
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, 

And lead us to Thy rest. 

2 Thou art gone up on high: 
But Thou didst first come down, 

Through earth's most bitter agony 
To pass unto Thy crown. 

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And girt with griefs and fears 
Our onward course must be; 

But only let that path of tears 
Lead us at last to Thee. 

3 Thou art gone up on high: 

But Thou shalt come again, 
With all the bright ones of the sky 

Attendant in Thy train. 
O, by Thy saving power, 

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That we may stand, in that dread hour, 

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The eternal gates lift up their heads, 
The doors are opened wide; 

The King of glory is gone up 
Unto His Father's side. 

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, 
Thou hast prepared a place, 

That we may be where now Thou art, 
And look upon Thy face. 

3 And ever on Thine earthly path 
A gleam of glory lies; 



A light still breaks behind the cloud 
That veils Thee from our eyes. 

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, 
Aud let Thy grace be given, 

That while we linger vet below, 
Our hearts may be in Heaven; 

5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand, 
Our hope, our love may be, 

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 
For evermore in Thee. 

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Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious! 

See the Man of Sorrows now; 
From the fight returned victorious, 

Every knee to Him shall bow: 
Crown Him, crown Him! 

Crowns become the Victor's brow. 
2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him: 

Rich the trophies Jesus brings: 
In the seat of power enthrone Him, 

While the vault of heaven rings: 
Crown Him, crown Him! 

Crown the Saviour King of kings. 

BROWN C. M. 



3 Sinners in derision crowned Him, 
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; 

Saints and angels crowd around Him, 
Own His title, praise His name: 

Crown Him, crown Him! 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! 
Hark! those loud triumphant chords! 

Jesus takes the highest station: 
what joy the sight affords I 

Crown Him, crown Him! 
King of kings, and Lord of lords. 

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The Head that once was crowned with thorns 

Is crowned with glory now; 
A royal diadem adorns 

The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 The highest place that heaven affords 
Is His, by sovereign right, 

The King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
And heaven's eternal light. 

3 The joy of all who dwell above, 
The joy of all below 

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With all its grace, is given; 

Their name an everlasting name, 
Their joy, the joy of heaven. 

5 They suffer with their Lord below, 
They reign with Him above; 

Their profit and their joy to know 
The mystery of His love. 

6 The cross He bore is life and health, 
Though shame and death to Him; 

His people's hope, His people's wealth, 



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Join all the glorious names 

Of wisdom, love, and power, 
That ever mortals knew, 
That angels ever bore: 
All are too mean to speak His worth, 
Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 

2 Jesus, my great High Priest, 

Offered His blood and died; 
My guilty conscience seeks 
No sacrifice beside: 
His powerful blood did once atone, 
And now it pleads before the throne. 

3 My dear almighty Lord, 

My Conqueror and my King, 
Thy sceptre and Thy sword, 

Thy reigning grace I sing: 
Thine is the power; behold, I sit, 
In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet. 

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Arise, my soul, arise, 

Shake off thy guilty fears; 
The bleeding Sacrifice 
In my behalf appears; 
Before the throne my Surety stands, 
My name is written on His hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede, 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 The Father hears Him pray, 

His dear anointed One: 
He cannot turn away 



The presence of His Son; 
His Spirit answers to the blood, 
And tells me I am born of God. 
4 My God is reconciled, 

His pardoning voice I hear, 
He owns me for His child; 

I can no longer fear, 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

Charles Wesley 1742 

318 

Come, every pious heart 

That loves the Saviour's name, 
Your noblest power exert 
To celebrate His fame: 
Tell all above, and all below, 
The debt of love to Him you owe. 

2 He left His starry crown, 

And laid His robes aside; 
On wings of love came down, 

And wept, and bled, and died: 
What He endured, O who can tell, 
To save our souls from death and hell. 

3 From the dark grave He rose, 

The mansion of the dead, 
And thence His mighty foes 

In glorious triumph led; 
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, 
And reigns on high, the Saviour, God. 

4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 

The debt we owe Thy love; 
Yet tell us how we may 

Our gratitude approve: 
Our hearts, our all, to Thee we give; 
The gift, though small, do Thou receive! 

Samuel Stennett 1787 






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Your Lord and King adore ; 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 
And triumph evermore: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 
When He had purged our stains, 

He took His seat above: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

3 His kingdom cannot fail, 

He rules o'er earth and heaven; 
The keys of death and hell 

ABRAM H. M. 



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Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

4 He all His foes shall quell, 

Shall all our sins destroy, 
And every bosom swell 

With pure seraphic joy: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

5 Rejoice in glorious hope; 
Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 

And take His servants up 
To their eternal home: 
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 

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Let angels prostrate fall, 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 

And crown Him Lord of all. 

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, 
Who from His altar call; 

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

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And crown Him Lord of all. 

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
The wormwood and the gall, 

Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

5 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
On this terrestrial ball, 

To Him all majesty ascribe,, 
And crown Him Lord of all. 

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Hosanna, raise the pealing hymn 

To David's son and Lord; 
With cherubim and seraphim 

Exalt the incarnate Word. 

2 Hosanna, Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, 
How vast Thy gifts, how free: 

Thy blood, our life; Thy word, our feast; 
Thy name, our only plea. 



3 Hosanna, Master, lo, we bring 
Our offerings to Thy throne; 

Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, 
But hearts to be Thine own. 

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Come let us join our cheerful songs 
With angels round the Throne; 

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
"To be exalted thus;" 

" Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
" For He was slain for us." 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
Honor and power divine; 

And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 

4 Let all creation join in one 
To bless the sacred name 

Of Him that sits upon the Throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts 1707 

323 

Come let us join in songs of praise 
To our ascended Priest; 

SOUTHWICK C. M. 




He entered heaven, with all our names 
Engraven on His breast. 

2 Below He washed our guilt away, 
By His atoning blood; 

Now He appears before the throne, 
And pleads our cause with God. 

3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows 
The weakness of our frame, 

And how to shield us from the foes 
Which He Himself o'ercarne. 

4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench 
The fervor of His love; 

For us He died in kindness here, 
Nor is less kind above. 

5 may we ne'er forget His grace, 
Nor blush to wear His name; 

Still may our hearts hold fast His faith, 
Our mouths His praise proclaim. 

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Behold the glories of the Lamb, 
Amidst His Father's throne: 

Prepare new honors for His name, 
And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at His feet, 
The Church adore around, 

With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, 
And these the hymns they raise: 



Jesus is kind to our complaints, 
He loves to hear our praise. 

4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 
Be endless blessings paid; 

Salvation, glory, joy remain 
Forever on Thy head. 

5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood. 
Hast set the prisoners free, 

Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with Thee. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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1 kvow that my Redeemer lives, 
And ever prays for me; 

A token of His love He gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 I find Him lifting np my head, 
He brings salvation near; 

His presence makes me free indeed, 
And He will soon appear. 

SMITH C. M. 



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3 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word; 
I steadfastly believe 

Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
And to Thyself receive. 

4 When God is mine, and I am His, 
Of Paradise possessed, 

I taste unutterable bliss, 




And everlasting rest. 



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O Christ, our hope, our hearts' desire, 

Redemption's only spring, 
Creator of the world art Thou, 

Its Saviour and its King. 

2 How vast the mercy and the love, 
Which laid our sins on Thee, 

And led Thee to a cruel death, 
To set Thy people free! 

3 But now the bonds of death are burst, 
The ransom has been paid; 

And Thou art on Thy Father's throne 
In glorious robes arrayed. 

4 may Thy mighty love prevail 
Our sinful souls to spare ; 

may we come before Thy throne, 
And find acceptance there! 

TV. by John Chandler 1837 



327 

With joy we meditate the grace 

Of our High Priest above; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 

His bosom glows with love. 

2 Touched with a sympathy within, 
He knows our feeble frame: 

He knows what sore temptations mean, 
For He hath felt the same. 

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
Poured out His cries and tear-; 

And. in His measure, feels afresh 
What every member bears. 

4 Then let our humble faith address 
His mercy and His power; 

We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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328 

3e lives, the great Redeemer lives, 
kVhat joy the blest assurance gives; 
ind now, before His Father, God, 
Pleads the full merits of His blood. 



3 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When siu and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on His heart. 



I Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
ind justice, armed with frowns, appears : 
But, in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 



CHURCH TRIUMPHANT 



L. M. 



4 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend, 
On Him our humble hopes depend; 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 



Anne Steele 1760 



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329 

) Christ, the Lord of heaven, to Thee, 
Clothed with all majesty divine, 

3ternal power and glory be, 
Eternal praise, of right, is Thine. 



330 

Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great High Priest our nature wears, 
The patron of mankind appears. 



I Reign, Prince of life, that once Thy brow 2 He who for men in mercy stood, 
Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn; And poured on earth His precious blood, 

ileign, throued beside Thy Father now, 
Adored the Son of God first-born! 



I From angel hosts that round Thee stand, 
With forms more pure than spotless snow, 

?rom the bright burning seraph band, 
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow ! 



Pursues in heaven His plan of grace. 
The guardiau God of human race. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye; 
Partaker of the human name, 
He knows the frailty of our frame. 



[ To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 4 In every pang that rends the heart, 

Born of deep, fervent love, shall rise; The Man of sorrows had a part; 

111 honor to Thy name belongs, He sympathizes in our grief, 

Our lips would sound it through the skies. And to the sufferer sends relief. 



> "Jesus! " — all earth shall speak the word; 

"Jesus!" — all heaven resound it still; 
Emmanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord, 

Thy praise the universe shall fill. 

Ray Palmer 1867 



5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known, 
And ask the aid of heavenly power, 
To help us in the evil hour. 

Michael Bruce 1781 



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Hail, Thou once despised Jesus, 

Hail, Thou Galilean King] 
Thou didst suiter to release as, 

Thou didst free salvation bring: 
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer o( our sin and shame; 
By Thy merits we find favor: 

Life is given through Thy name 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
All our sins on Thee were laid; 

Bj almighty love anointed. 

Thou hast full atonement made: 

Al: Thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue o\ Thy blood; 

Opened is the gate of heaven: 

Peace is made 'twixr man and God 

3 Jesus, hail, enthroned iu glory, 
There forever to abide; 

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, 
Seated at Thy Father's side. 

There for sinners Thou art pleading; 
There Thou dost our place prepare; 

Ever for us interceding 
Till iu glory we appear. 



4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive: 
Loudest praises, without ceasing, 

Meet it is for us to give. 
Help, ye bright angelic spirits, 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits, 

Help to chant Immannel's praise. 

John Bakewell 176c 

332 

Yks. for me. for me He eareth 

With a brother's tender care; 
Yes, with me. with me He shareth 

Every burden, every fear. 
Yes. for me He standeth pleading 

At the mercy-seat above; 
Ever for me interceding, 

Constant in untiring love. 

2 Yes. in me, in me He dwelleth; 
I in Him, and He in me] 

And my empty soul lie fillet h. 

Here and through eternity. 
Thus 1 wait for His returning. 

Singing all the way to heaven: 
Such Die joyful song o\' morning. 

Such the tranquil song of even. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 



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Hark! the - _- : peaceful 7km 

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Jesus out of every nation 

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Hallelujah! He is near us. 

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King triumphant, strong to save! 
Dying. Thou hast death defeated : 

Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. 
Thou art gone where now is given 

What no mortal might could gain; 
On the eternal throne of heaven, 

In Thy Father's power to reign. 

2 Tiiere Thy kingdoms all adore Thee, 

en above and earth below; 
While the depths of hell before 1 

Trembling and defeated, bow. 
We, Lord, with hearts adoring, 

Follow Thee above the 
Hear our prayers, Thy grace imploring, 

Lift our souls to Thee on high! 

3 . when Thou again in glory 
On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, 
We, Thy flock, may stand before Thee, 

:ied for evermore as Thine. 
Hail! all hail! in Thee confiding, 

.all all adore; 
In Thy Fathers might abiding, 
With one Spirit evern. 

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The Lamb upon His throne! 
Hark I how the heavenly anthem drowns 

All music but its own! 
With His most precious blood, 

From sin He set us free: 
We hail Him as our matchless King 

Through all eternity. 
2 Crown Him, the Lord of Love' 

Behold His hands and side ! 
Rich wounds, yet visible above 

In beauty glorified! 
No angel in the sky 

Can fully bear that sight, 
But downward bends his burning eye, 

At mysteries so bright. 

DIADEMATA No. 2 S. M. D 



3 Crown Him the Lord of Peace! 
Whose power a sceptre sways 

From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
And all be prayer and praise: 

His reign shall know no end, 
And round His pierced feec. 

Fair flowers of paradise extend 
Their fragrance ever sweet. 

4 Crown Him the Lord of heaven! 
One with the Father known, 

One with the Spirit through Him given 
From yonder glorious throne ! 

To Thee be endless praise, 
For Thou for us hast died! 

Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days, 
Adored and magnified ! 

Matthew Bridges 1848 
G. J. EL.VEY 



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Wake, brethren, wake! 
Jesus Himself is nigh; 

Wake, brethren, wake! 
Sleep is for sons of night; 
Ye are children of the light; 
Yours is the glory bright; 

Wake, brethren, wake! 
2 Call to each wakening band, 

Watch, brethren, watch! 
Clear is our Lord's command, 

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Be ye as men that wait 
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E'en though He tarry late; 

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3 Hear we the Shepherd's voice, 
Pray, brethren, pray! 

Would ye His heart rejoice, 

Pray, brethren, pray! 
Sin calls for ceaseless fear, 
Weakness needs the Strong One near, 
Long as ye struggle here 

Pray, brethren, pray! 

4 Sound now the final chord, 
Praise, brethren, praise! 

Thrice holy is the Lord, 

Praise, brethren, praise! 
What more befits the tongues 
Soon to join the angels' songs ? 
Whilst heaven the note prolongs, 

Praise, brethren, praise! 

Anon " The Revival 

U. C. BURNAP 



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In us the hope of glory, 

risen Lord, art Thou ; 
The first-fruits of the Spirit 

Are in us now. 
2 come in all Thy glory, 

Our great Immanuel! 
Come forth, our Prince and Saviour, 
With us to dwell. 



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Bring Thine eternal day, 

And cause all grief and sighing 
To flee away. 

4 To Thee, Almighty Father, 
O Saviour, unto Thee, 

To Thee, Creator-Spirit, 
All glory be! 



Edward Welton Eddis 1864 



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The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow, 

Gave forth His voice of thunder 
And Israel lay on earth below, 

Outstretched in fear and wonder. 
Beneath His feet was pitchy night, 
And at His left hand and His right 

The rocks were rent asunder. 
2 The Lord of love, on Calvary, 

A meek and suffering stranger, 
Upraised to heaven His languid eye, 

In nature's hour of danger. 

EAGLEY C. M. 



For us He bore the weight of woe, 
For us He gave His blood to flow, 

And met His Father's anger. 
3 The Lord of love, the Lord of might, 

The King of all created, 
Shall back return to claim His right, 

On clouds of glory seated; 
With trumpet-sound and angel-song, 
And hallelujahs loud and long, 

O'er death and hell defeated. 

Reginald Heber 1827 
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Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart, 

Star of the coming day ! 
Arise, and with Thy morning beams 

Chase all our griefs away! 

2 Come, blessed Lord! let every shore 
And answering island sing 

The praises of Thy royal name, 
And own Thee as their King. 

3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now 
To the bright world above, 

Break forth in rapturous strains of joy 
In memory of Thy love. 

4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits 
Of grace and peace divine: 



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The palm of victory Thine! 

Edward Denny 1848 

340 

The Lord will come and not be slow, 

His footsteps cannot err; 
Before Him righteousness shall go, 

His royal harbinger. 

2 Mercy and truth that long were missed, 
Now joyfully are met ; 

Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed, 
And hand in hand are set. 

3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 
Shall bud and blossom then; 

And Justice, from her heavenly bower. 
Look down on mortal men. 

John Milton 164S 



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Thou art coming, my King! 
In Thy beauty all-resplendent, 
In Thy glory all-transcendent; 

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Coming! In the opening east, 

Herald brightness slowly swells! 
Coming! my glorious Priest, 

Hear we not Thy golden bells ? 

2 Thou art coming! Thou art coming! 

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We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, 
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Ringing out our love to Thee, 

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At Thine own all-glorious feet! 

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Thee, my own beloved Lord! 
Every tongue Thy name confessing, 
Worship, honor, glory, blessing, 

Brought to Thee with glad accord! 
Thee, my Master and my Friend, 

Vindicated and enthroned; 
Unto earth's remotest end 

Glorified, adored, and owned! 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 
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Thy garments bright in beauty, 

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Jerusalem the holy, 

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Meek bride all fair and lowly, 

Go forth to meet thy Lord. 

2 Jerusalem victorious 

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Mount Zion, great and glorious, 

Thy gates no more shall close. 
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In every heart a throne! 

4 Awake, awake, Zion, 
Thy bridal day draws nigh, 

The day of signs and wonders, 

And marvels from on high. 
Thy sun uprises slowly, 

But keep thou watch and ward; 
Fair bride, all pure and lowly, 

Go forth to meet thy Lord. 

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The evening is advancing, 

And darker night is near: 
The Bridegroom is arising, 

And soon He draweth nigh: 
Up! pray, and watch, and wrestle! 

At midnight comes the cry. 

2 The watchers on the mountain 
Proclaim the Bridegroom near; 

Go meet Him as He cometh, 

With hallelujahs clear: 
The marriage-feast is waiting, 

The gates wide-open stand; 
Up, up, ye heirs of glory ! 

The Bridegroom is at hand. 

3 Our hope and expectation, 
O Jesus, now appear; 

Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, 
O'er this benighted sphere! 

With heart and hands uplifted, 
We plead, O Lord, to see 

The day of earth's redemption, 
That brings us unto Thee! 



Laurcntius Laurenti 
Tr. by Jane Borthwick 



1690 

1853 



The world is very evil; 

The times are waxing late: 
Be sober and keep vigil; 

The Judge is at the gate; 
The Judge who comes in mercy, 

The Judge who comes in might, 
To terminate the evil, 

And vindicate the right. 

2 Prepare we then to meet Him; 
Let right to wrong succeed; 

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Who from destruction saved, 

Bore with us in defilement, 
And from defilement laved. 

3 Far, far as we have wandered, 
And deep as is our fall, 

His mercies never fail us, 

Who freely pardons all; 
Who bids His grace abounding 

Love's mightiness display, 
And David's royal fountain 

Purge every sin away. 

Bernard of Morlaix ab. 1150 
Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 



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Jesus came; the heavens adoring: 

Came with peace from realms on high; 

J asus came for man's redemption, 
Lowly came on earth to die: 

Hallelnjah! 
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2 Jesus comes again in mercy, 

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Jesus comes again in answer 
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Hallelujah ! 
Comes to save us from despair. 

3 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, 
Bringing news of sins forgiven; 

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Leading souls redeemed to heaven; 

Hallelujah! 
Now the gate of death is riven. 

4 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, 
Shares alike our hopes and fears; 

Jesus comes, whate'er befalls us, 

Glads our hearts, and dries our tears; 
Hallelujah! 
Cheering e'en our failing years, 

5 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, 
When the heavens shall pass away; 

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Let ns then our homage pay, 

Ever singing, 
Till the dawn of endless day. 

Godfrey Thring 1866 

346 

O'er the distant mountains breaking 
Comes the reddening dawn of day; 

Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, 
Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; 

'Tis thy Saviour, 
On His bright returning way. 

2 Thou long-expected! weary 
Waits my anxious soul for Thee, 

Life is dark, and earth is dreary, 
Where Thy light I do not see; 

my Saviour, 
When wilt Thou return to me ? 

3 Nearer is my soul's salvation, 
Spent the night, the day at hand; 

Keep me in my lowly station, 
Watching for Thee, till I stand, 

my Saviour, 
In Thy bright, Thy promised land. 

4 With my lamp well trimmed and burning, 
Swift to hear and slow to roam, 

Watching for Thy glad returning 
To restore me to my home. 

Come, my Saviour, 
Thou hast promised: quickly come. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 186? 



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Christ is coming! let creation 
Bid her groans and travail cease; 

Let the glorious proclamation 
Hope restore and faith increase; 

Christ is coming! 
Come, Thou blessed Prince of Peace ! 

2 Earth can now but tell the story 
Of Thy bitter cross and pain; 

She shall yet behold Thy glory 
When Thou comest back to reign; 

Christ is coming! 
Let each heart repeat the strain. 



3 Long Thy exiles have been pining, 
Far from rest, and home, and Thee; 

But, in heavenly vesture shining, 
Soon they shall Thy glory see; 

Christ is coming! 
Haste the joyous jubilee. 

4 With that "blessed hope" before us, 
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Christ is coming! 
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come! 

John Ross Macduff 1851 



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Wailing Infant born in weakness 

On a lowly stable floor: 
But upon His cloud of glory, 

In the crimson-tinted sky, 
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And His tender love, so teach us 

That in faith and hope we wait, 
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Our redemption draweth near; 
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Of our Judge and Saviour dear. 

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Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding: 
" Christ is nigh!" it seems to say; 

" Cast away the dreams of darkness, 
ye children of the day!" 

2 Lo! the Lamb, so long expected, 
Comes with pardon down from heaven 



Let us haste with tears of sorrow, 
One and all, to be forgiven, 

3 So, when next He comes in glory 
Wrapping all the earth in fear, 

Not for chastening, but salvation, 
Unto us shall He appear. 

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Her absent Lord to see; 

And still in loneliness she waits, 
A friendless stranger she. 

2 Age after age has gone, 
Sun after sun has set, 

And still in weeds of widowhood, 
She weeps, a mourner yet. 

3 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived, and loved, and died; 
And as they left us one by one, 
We laid them side by side. 

GREENWOOD S. M. 



4 We laid them down to sleep, 
But not in hope forlorn, 

We laid them but to ripen there 
Till the last glorious morn. 

5 We long to hear Thy voice 
To see Thee face to face. 

To share Thy crown and glory there, 
As here we share Thy grace. 

6 Come, Lord, and wipe away 
The curse, the sin, the stain, 

And make this blighted world of ours 
Thine own fair world again. 

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Come, Lord, and tarry not; 

Bring the long-looked-for day! 
why these years of waiting here, 

These ages of delay ? 

2 Come, for Thy saints still wait; 
Daily ascends their sigh: 

The Spirit and the Bride say, " Come!" 
Dost Thou not hear the cry? 

3 Come, for the corn is ripe, 
Put in Thy sickle now; 

Reap the great harvest of the earth, 
Sower and reaper Thou! 



4 Come in Thy glorious might, 
Come with the iron rod, 

Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, 
Most mighty Son of God! 

5 Come, and make all things new, 
Build up this ruined earth; 

Restore our faded paradise, 
Creation's second birth. 

6 Come, and begin Thy reign 
Of everlasting peace; 

Come take the kingdom to Thyself, 
Great King of Righteousness. 

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Holy Spirit! Lord of light ! 
From Thy clear celestial height, 
Thy pure beaming radiance give. 
Come, Thou Father of the poor! 
Come, with treasures which endure! 
Come, Thou Light of all that live ! 

2 Thou of all consolers best, 
Visiting the troubled breast, 
Dost refreshing peace bestow ; 
Thou, in toil, art comfort sweet, 
Pleasant coolness in the heat, 
Solace in the midst of woe. 



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Yisit Thou these hearts of Thine, 
And our inmost being fill: 

If Thou take Thy grace away, 
Nothing pure in man will stay ; 
All his good is turned to ill. 

4 Thou, on those who evermore 
Thee confess, and Thee adore, 
In Thy sevenfold gifts, descend; 
Give them comfort when they die; 
Give them life with Thee on high; 
Give them joys which never end. 

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Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 

His tender last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 

With us to dwell. 

2 He came in semblance of a dove 
With sheltering wings outspread, 

The holy balm of peace and love 
On earth to shed. 

3 He came sweet influence to impart, 
A gracious, willing Guest, 

While He can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 



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Soft as the breath of even, 

That checks each thought, that calms each fear, 
And speaks of heaven. 

5 And every virtue we possess, 
And every victory won, 

And every thought of holiness 
Is His alone. 

6 Spirit of purity and grace, 
Our weakness, pitying, see: 

make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
And meet for Thee. 

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Spirit of God! descend upon my heart; 

Wean it from earth, through all its pulses 
move; 
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, 

And make me love Thee as I ought to love. 

2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies; 
No sudden rending of the veil of clay; 

No angel visitant, no opening skies; 
But take the dimness of my soul away. 

3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God 

and King ? [and mind, 

All, all Thine own,soul, heart, and strength, 



I see Thy cross, then teach my heart to cling! 
0, let me seek Thee, and O, let me find! 

4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh ; 
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear; 

To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh; 
Teach me the patience of unanswered 
prayer. 

5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels 

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One holy passion filling all my frame; 
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove, 
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame! 

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Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost, 
Taught bv Thee, we covet most, 
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, 
Holy, heavenly Love. 

2 Love is kind, and suffers long, 
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong. 
Love than death itself more strong: 

Give us heavenly Love. 

3 Prophecy will fade away, 
Melting in the light of day; 



Love will ever with us stay: 
Give us heavenly Love. 

4 Faith will vanish into sight, 
Hope be emptied in delight; 

Love in heaven will shine more bright: 
Give us heavenly Love. 

5 Faith and hope and love we see 
Joining hand in hand agree; 

But the greatest of the three, 
And thf best, is Love. 

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Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

Mercies revealing; 
Make this cold heart Thine home 

Quicken its feeling: 
Then shall my song ascend, 
Breathing glad love, and blend 
With notes that never end, 

Through heaven pealing. 
2 Come like a ray of light 

Tranquilly beaming, 
Chasing the shades of night, 

Waking the dreaming; 

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As it was wont to be, 
His love who ransomed me, 

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Gladness to give for gloom, 

And oft invitest 
Mourners in faith to go 
Where healing waters flow, 
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Holy Ghost, the Infinite, 
Shine upon our nature's night 
With Thy blessed inward light, 
Comforter Divine! 

2 We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord; 
We are faint, Thy strength afford; 
Lost, until by Thee restored, 

Comforter Divine! 

3 Like the dew, Thy peace distil; 
Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still, 

Comforter Divine! 



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And with voiceless groanings plead 
Our unutterable need, 
Comforter Divine! 

5 In us " Abba, Father," cry, 
Earnest of our bliss on high, 
Seal of immortality, 

Comforter Divine! 

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Bear us up the starry road, 

To the height of Thine abode, 
Comforter Divine! 

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When God of old came down from heaven, 
In power and wrath He came; 

Before His feet the clouds were riven, 
Half darkness and half flame. 

2 But when He came the second time, 
He came in power and love; 

Softer than gale at morning prime, 
Hovered His holy Dove. 

3 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down 
In sudden torrents dread, 

Now gently light, a glorious crown, 
On every sainted head. 



4 And, as on Israel's awe-struck ear 
The voice exceeding loud, 

The trump that angels quake to hear, 
Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud; 

5 So, when the Spirit of our God 
Came down His flock to find, 

A voice from heaven was heard abroad, 
A rushing mighty wind. 

6 Come, Lord, come wisdom, love, and 
Open our ears to hear; [power. 

Let us not miss the accepted hour; 
Save, Lord, by love or fear. 

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Why should the children of a King 
Go mourning all their days ? 

Great Comforter, descend and bring 
Some token of Thy grace. 

2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, 
And seal the heirs of heaven ? 

When wilt Thou banish my complaints, 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 
In the Redeemer's blood; 

And bear Thy witness with my heart, 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of His love, 
The pledge of joys to come; 

And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
Will safe convey me home. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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Great Father of each perfect gift, 

Behold Thy servants wait; 
With longing eyes and lifted hands, 

We flock around Thy gate. 

2 shed abroad that royal gift, 
Thy Spirit from above, 

To bless our eyes with sacred light, 
And fire our hearts with love. 

3 Blest earnest of eternal joy, 
Declare our sins forgiven; 

And bear, with energy divine, 
Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 

4 Diffuse, God, Thy copious showers, 
That earth its fruit may yield, 

And change the barren wilderness 
To Camel's flowery field. 

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Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, 
And make this house Thy home; 

Descend with all Thy gracious power, 
Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

2 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, 
Like sacrificial flame: 

Let our whole soul an offering be 
To our Redeemer's name. 






3 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 
With Pentecostal grace; 

And make the great salvation known, 
Wide as the human race. 

4 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, 
Make a lost world Thy home; 

Descend with all Thy gracious power, 
Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

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Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quickening powers, 

Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 
Fond of these trifling toys: 

Our souls can neither fly nor go 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 
In vain we strive to rise; 

Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
At this poor dying rate, 

Our love so faint, so cold, to Thee, 
And Thine to us so great ? 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quickening powers, 

Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

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No track is on the sunny sky, 

No footprints on the air; 
Jesus hath gone; the face of earth 

Is desolate and bare. 

2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth: 
Within its precincts lie 

All that earth has of faith, or hope, 
Or heaven-born charity. 

3 One moment — and the Spirit hung 
O'er all with dread desire; 

Then broke upon the heads of all 
In cloven tongues of fire. 

4 The Spirit came into the Church 
With His unfailing power; 

. He is the living Heart that beats 
Within her at this hour. 

5 Most tender Spirit, mighty God, 
Sweet must Thy presence be, 

If loss of Jesus can be gain, 
So long as we have Thee! 

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Come, Holy Spirit, come, 
Let Thy bright beams arise, 

Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
The darkness from our eyes. 

2 Revive our drooping- faith, 
Our doubts and fears remove, 

And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

3 Convince us of our sin, 
Then lead to Jesus' blood, 

And to our wondering view reveal 
The secret love of God. 

4 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, 
To sanctify the soul, 

To pour fresh life in every part, 
And new-create the whole. 

5 Dwell therefore in our hearts, 
Our minds from bondage free; 



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Then we shall know, and praise, and love 
The Father, Son, and Thee! 

Joseph Hart 1759 

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Blest Comforter Divine, 

Let rays of heavenly love 
Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 

And guide our souls above. 

2 Draw with Thy still small voice, 
From every sinful way, 

And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
Though earthly joys decay. 

3 By Thine inspiring breath, 
Make every cloud of care, 

And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
A smile of glory wear. 

4 fill Thou every heart, 
With love to all our race; 

Great Comforter, to us impart 
These blessings of Thy grace. 

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Lord God the Holy Ghost, 

In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 

Descend in all Thy power! 

2 Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 

Move with one impulse every mind, 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 



3 The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above, 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

4 Spirit of truth, be Thou 

In life and death our Guide' 
Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified. 

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Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With light and comfort from above; 
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide, 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 The light of truth to us display, 

And make us know and choose Thy way: 
Plant holy fear in every heart, 
That we from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead us to holiness, the road 
Which we must take to dwell with God: 
Lead us to Christ, the living way, 

Nor let us from His pastures stray. 

4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
To be with Him for ever blest: 
Lead us to heaven, that we may share 
Fulness of joy for ever there. 

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Eternal Spirit, we confess 
And sing the wonders of Thy grace; 
Thy power conveys our blessings down 
From God the Father and the Sou. 

2 Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, 
Our shades and darkness turn to day; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger and our refuge too. 

3 Thy power and glory work within, 
And break the chains of reigning sin; 
Do our imperious lusts subdue, 

And form our wretched hearts anew. 

4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice ; 
Thy cheering words awake our joys; 

Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
And calm the surges of the mind. 

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Come, Creator-Spirit blest, 
And in our souls take up Thy rest; 
Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, 
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 
2 Great Comforter, to Thee we cry, 
O highest gift of God most high, 
O fount of life, fire of love, 
And sweet anointing from above! 



3 Kindle our senses from above, 

And make our hearts o'erflow with love; 
With patience firm, and virtue high, 
The weakness of our flesh supply. 

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
And grant us Thy true peace instead; 
So shall we not, with Thee for guide, 
Turn from the path of life aside. 

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To gladden each sad heart: 
O come to-day! 

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
Our most delightful guest, 

With soothing power: 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour! 

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Send forth Thy beams divine, 
On our dark souls to shine, 
And make us blest! 

4 Exalt our low desires; 
Extinguish passion's fire?; 

Heal every wound: 
Our stubborn spirits bend; 
Our icy coldness end; 
Our devious steps attend, 

While heavenward bound. 

5 Come, all the faithful bless; 
Let all who Christ confess, 

His praise employ: 
Give virtue's rich reward; 
Victorious death accord, 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

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Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine; 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn the darkness into day. 

2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine; 
Long has sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 



3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine; 
Bid my many woes depart, 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 
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Cast down every idol-throne; 
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Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness, 

Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; 
Come, Thou Source of sweetest gladness, 

Breathe Thy life and spread Thy light; 
Loving Spirit, God of peace, 

Great Distributer of grace, 
Rest upon this congregation; 

Hear, hear, our supplication. 

2 From that height which knows no measure, 
As a gracious shower, descend, 

Bringing down the richest treasure 
Man can wish, or God can send. 



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From the Father and the Son, 

Grant us Thy illumination; 
Rest on all this cono-re^ation. 

3 Come, Thou best of all donations 

God can give, or we implore: 
Having Thy sweet consolations, 

We need wish for nothing more: 
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

Xow, descending from above, 
Rest on all this congregation; 

Make our hearts Thy habitation. 

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Granted is the Saviour's prayer, 
Sent the gracious Comforter, 
Promise of our parting Lord, 
Jesus, to His heaven restored. 

2 God, the everlasting God, 
Makes with mortals His abode, 
Whom the heavens cannot contain, 
He stoops down to dwell in man. 



3 Never will He thence depart, 
Inmate of an humble heart ; 
Carrying on His work within, 
Striving till he cast out sin. 

4 Come, divine and peaceful Guest, 
Enter our devoted breast: 

Life divine in us renew, 
Thou the gift and giver, too! 

Charles Wesley 1739 



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Gracious Spirit, dwell with me; 

1 myself would gracious be, 

And with words that help and heal 
Would Thy life in mine reveal, 
And with actions bold and meek 
Would for Christ my Saviour speak. 

2 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me; 
I myself would truthful be, 

And with wisdom kind and clear 
Let Thy life in mine appear, 
And with actions brotherly, 
Speak my Lord's sincerity. 

3 Silent Spirit, dwell with me; 
I myself would quiet be, 
Quiet as the growing blade 

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Silently, like morning light, 
Putting mists and chills to flight. 

4 Mighty Spirit, dwell with me; 
I myself would mighty be, 
Mighty so as to prevail 
Where unaided man must fail, 
Ever by a mighty hope 
Pressing on and bearing up. 

5 Holy Spirit, dwell with me; 
I myself would holy be; 
Separate from sin, I would 
Choose and cherish all things good, 
And whatever I can be 

Give to Him, who gave me Thee! 

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Sovereign of heaven, who didst prevail 
O'er death, and, with Thy life-blood, dye 
The path by which we hope to scale 
Yon starry sky: 

2 Look down in mercy from Thy throne 
At God's right hand, Lord, and see 
Us who are lingering here alone, 
Orphaned of Thee. 




3 Hear us, Christ, for we were born 
Out of the travail of Thy soul 
When, by the spear, Thy side was torn 

To make us whole. 

4 Thy toils and anguish at an end, 
Thou wearest now a glorious crown ■ 
The hour is come ; send, Saviour, send 

Thy Spirit down. 

Charles Stewart Calverley 1871 



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2 Jesus, our great High-Priest, 
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Ye weary spirits, rest, 

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Return, wanderer, return, 

And seek an injured Father's face; 

Those warm desires that in thee burn, 
Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, return, 

And seek a Father's melting heart; 

Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, 

Whose hand can heal thine inward smart 

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Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; 

Go to His bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

4 Return, wanderer, return, 
And wipe away the falling tear; 

'T is God who says, " No longer mourn," 
'T is mercy's voice invites thee near. 

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'• Come hither, all ye weary souls, 
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come: 

I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to My heavenly home. 

2 " They shall find rest that learn of Me; 

I'm of a meek and lowly mind; 
But passion rages like the sea, 

And pride is restless as the wind. 



3 " Blest is the man, whose shoulders take 
My yoke, and bear it with delight; 

My yoke is easy to his neck, 
My grace shall make the burden light." 

4 Jesus, we come at Thy command; 
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 

Resign our spirits to Thy hand, 
To mould and guide us at Thy will. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



SALVATION 



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BAKER L. M. 



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Take up thy cross, the Saviour said, 
If thou wouldst My disciple be ; 
Deny thyself, the world forsake, 
And humbly follow after Me. 

2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight 
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm; 

His strength shall bear thy spirit up, 
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm. 

3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame; 
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel ; 

Thy Lord for thee the cross endured^ 
To save thy soul from death and hell. 

4 Take up thy cross and follow Christ, 
Nor think till death to lay it down; 
For only he who bears the cross 

May hope to wear the glorious crown. 

Charles William Everest 1833 

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381 

God calling yet! shall I not hear? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? 
Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
And still my soulin slumber lie ? 

2 God calling yet! and shall He knock, 
And I my heart the closer lock ? 

He still is waiting to receive, 

And shall I dare His Spirit grieve ? 

3 God calling yet! and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live ? 
I wait, but He does not forsake; 
He calls me still; my heart, awake! 

4 God calling yet! I cannot stay; 
My heart I yield without delay: 

Yain world, farewell, from thee I part; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart. 

Gerhard Tersteegen 1730 
Tr. by Jane Borthwick 1853 

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382 

Behold, a Stranger at the door! 
He gently knocks, has knocked before; 
Has waited long, is waiting still; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 lovely attitude! He stands 
With melting heart and loaded hands: 
matchless kindness! and He shows 
This matchless kindness to His foes. 



3 But will He prove a friend indeed ? 
He will; the very friend you need: 
The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine; 
Turn out His enemy and thine, 

That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 

Joseph Grigg 1765 



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Rest for the weary soul ? 
'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, 

Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never giye 
The bliss for which we sigh; 

'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Xor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 
There is a life above, 

Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
Aud all that life is love. 

4 There is a death, whose pang 
Outlasts the fleeting breath: 

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And evermore undone. 

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How kind our Father's voice! 

All may draw near in prayer; 
Cast down their burden at His feet, 

And meekly leave it there. 

2 His wisdom orders all, 

His power not less controls; 
His love makes all things work for good 
To trusting, loving souls. 

3 Sorrows, and fears, and cares, 
But waste the heart and mind; 

While they who humbly rest in God 
Both strength and comfort find. 

4 He grants their spirits peace, 
And so He gives them power; 

For still with peace comes mighty love. 
Our greatest, holiest dower. 

5 hear then, all, His voice; 
Draw near with praise and prayer; 

Cast down your burden at His feet, 
And meekly leave it there. 

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The Spirit, in our hearts, 

Is whispering, "Sinner, come;" 
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims 

To all His children, " Come." 
2 Let him that heareth, say 

To all about him, "Come;" 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness 

To Christ, the fountain, come. 



3 Yes, whosoever will. 
let him freely come, 

And freely drink the stream of life: 
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 
Declares, " I quickly come;" 

Lord, even so; I wait Thine hour; 
Jesus, my Saviour, come. 

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Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 

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Xot what this toiling flesh has borne 

Can make my spirit whole. 

2 Xot what I feel or do 

Can give me peace with God; 
Xot all my prayers, and sighs, and tears. 
Can bear my awful load. 

3 Thy work alone, Christ, 
Can ease this weight of sin; 

Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, 
Can give me peace within. 



4 Thy love to me, God, 
Xot mine, Lord, to Thee, 

Can rid me of this dark unrest, 
And set my spirit free. 

5 Thy grace alone, God, 
To me can pardon speak; 

Thy power alone, Son of God, 
Can this sore bondage break. 

6 I bless the Christ of God, 
I rest on love diviue: 

And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

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I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
"Come unto Me and rest ; 

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
Thy head upon My breast." 

I came to Jesus as I was, 
Weary, and worn, and sad; 

1 found iu Him a resting place, 
And He has made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
"Behold, I freely give 

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My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

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"I am this dark world's light; 
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright." 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my star, my sun; 
And in that light of life I'll walk 

Till travelling days are done. 

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The Lord is rich and merciful, 

The Lord is very kind; 
0, come to Him, come now to Him, 

With a believing mind. 
His comforts, they shall strengthen thee, 

Like flowing waters cool; 
And He shall for thy spirit be 

A fountain ever full. 

ATHENS C. M. D. 



2 The Lord is wonderful and wise, 

As all the ages tell; 
O, learn of Him, learn now of Him, 

Then with thee it is well. 
And with His light thou shalt be blest, 

Therein to work and live; 
And He shall be to thee a rest 

When evening hours arrive. 

Thomas Toke Lynch 1850 
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4 Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies, 
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Give our hearts to Thine obedience, 
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390 

Come, ye sin-defiled and weary, 
Ye that mourn in grief distressed; 

Come, ye hopeless, lone and dreary, 
He will hear you, give you rest. 

2 Come, ye sin-defiled and stricken, 
At His feet your woes shall cease; 

Hark! the voice to soothe and quicken 
Sweetly whispers — " Go in peace." 

391 

Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult 
Of our life's wild restless sea, 

Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, 
Saying, " Christian, follow Me." 



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392 

Salvation! the joyful sound! 

'Tis pleasure to our ears, 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 

A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
At hell's dark door we lay; 



But we arise, by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

o Salvation! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

Isaac Watts 



SALVATION 
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How pure the soul must be, 
When placed within Thy searching sight, 
It shrinks not, but, with calm delight 

Can live, and look on Thee! 
2 O! how shall I, whose native sphere 

Is dark, whose mind is dim, 
Before the Iueffable appear, 
And on my naked spirit bear 

That uncreated beam ? 

MILLS C. M. 



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To that sublime abode: — 

An offering and a sacrifice, 
A Holy Spirit's energies, 
An Advocate with God: — 

4 These, these prepare us for the sight 
Of Holiness above: 

The sons of ignorance and night 

May dwell in the Eternal Light, 

Through the Eternal Love! 

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There is a stream, which issues forth 

From God's eternal Throne, 
And from the Lamb, — a living stream 

Clear as the crystal stone. 

2 The stream doth water Paradise; 
It makes the angels sing; 

One cordial drop revives my heart; 
Hence all my joys do spring. 

3 Eye hath not seen, nor hath ear heard, 
From fancy 'tis concealed, 

What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine, 
And hast to me revealed. 

John Mason 1683 

395 

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Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone 
True wisdom can impart; 

Thou only canst inform the mind, 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb 
Proclaims Thy conquering arm, 

And those who put their trust in Thee 
Nor death, nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; 
Grant us that Way to know, 

That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 

George Washington Doane 1824 



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They tell rne all is done; 
They bid my fear depart: 

To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

2 Thy tears, not mine, Christ, 
Have wept my guilt away. 

And turned this night of mine 

Into a blessed day: 
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 

For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

3 Thy wounds, not mine, Christ, 
Can heal my bruised soul; 

Thy stripes, not mine, contain 



The balm that makes me whole: 

To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 

For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

4 Thy cross, not mine, Christ, 
Has borne the awful load 

Of sins that none could bear 

But the Incarnate God: 
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 

For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

5 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, 
Has paid the ransom due; 

Ten thousand deaths like mine 
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To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

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Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot 

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No price is demanded, the Saviour is here; The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens 

Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. s hall fade- 

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Long grieved and resisted, may take His shall stand; 

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And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race its aid ! 

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Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 

Come the way to Zion's gate; 
There, till mercy speaks within, 

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait: 
Knock, He knows the sinner's cry; 

Weep, He loves the mourner's tears; 
Watch, for saving grace is nigh; 

Wait, till heavenly grace appears. 
2 Hark! it is the Saviour's voice, 

" Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest! " 
Now within the gate rejoice, 

Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest: 

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Safe, from all the lures of vice; 

Owned, by joys the contrite know; 
Bought, by love, and life the price; 

Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 
3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee 

In a world like this remains ? 
From thy guarded breast shall flee 

Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains: 
Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly, 

Shame, from glory's view retire; 
Doubt, in full belief shall die, 

Paiu, in endless bliss expire. 

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Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 

Come, and make My path your choice; 

1 will guide you to your home, 
Weary pilgrim, hither come. 

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, torlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn. 



Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 
3 Hither come, for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound, 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 

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Does the Gospel word proclaim 

Rest for those that weary be ? 
Then, my soul, put in thy claim, 

Sure that promise speaks to thee: 
Marks of grace I cannot show, 

All polluted is my best; 
But I weary am, I know, 

Aud the weary long for rest. 

2 Burdened with a load of sin, 
Harrassed with tormenting doubt, 

Hourly conflicts from within, 
Hourly crosses from without; 

All my little strength is gone, 
Sink I must without supply; 

Sure upon the earth is none 
Can more weary be than I. 

3 In the ark the weary dove 
Found a welcome resting-place; 

Thus my spirit longs to prove 
Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace. 

Tempest-tossed I long have been, 
And the flood increases fast; 

Open, Lord, and take me in, 
Till the storm be overpast. 

John Newton 1779 



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Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God,. your Maker, asks you why; 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with Himself to live; 
He the fatal cause demands, 
Asks the work of His own hands, 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross His love, and die ? 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why; 
God who did your souls retrieve, 
Died Himself that ye might live: 
Will you let Him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 

Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
Will you slight His grace, and die? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why; 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to embrace His love: 
Will you not His grace receive? 
Will you still refuse to live ? 
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
Will ye grieve your God, and die ? 

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"Love's redeeming work is done, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 
2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne; 
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4 " Soon the days of life shall end; 
Lo I come, your Saviour, Friend, 
Safe your spirits to convey 
To the realms of endless day, 
Up to My eternal home: 
Come and welcome, sinner, come." 

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From distrust and envy free, 
Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 

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Fears to stir a step alone, — 

Let me thus with Thee abide, 

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Rock of Ages, cleft for me! 
Let me hide myself in Thee; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
2 Not the labors of my hands 
Can fulfil Thy law's demands; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for sin could not atone; 
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Naked, come to Thee for dress; 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly; 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eye-lids close in death, 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See Thee on Thy judgment throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

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To-day Thy mercy calls us 
To wash away our sin; 
However great our trespass, 
Whatever we have been. 
However long from mercy 
Our hearts have turned away, 
Thy precious blood can cleanse us 
And make them white to-day. 

2 To-day our Father calls us, 
And all who enter in 
Shall find a Father's welcome 
And pardon for their sin. 
The past shall be forgotten, 
A present joy be given, 
A future grace be promised, 
A glorious crown in heaven. 

3 all-embracing mercy, 
ever open door, 
What should we do without Thee 
When heart and eye run o'er ? 
When all things seem against us 
To drive us to despair, 
We know one heart is open, 
One ear will hear our prayer. 

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I need Thee, precious Jesus, 

For I am full of sin; 
My soul is dark and guilty, 

My heart is dead within; 

1 need the cleansing fountain 
Where I can always flee, 

The blood of Christ most precious, 
The sinner's perfect plea. 

2 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
For I am very poor; 

A stranger and a pilgrim, 

I have no earthly store ; 
I need the love of Jesus 

To cheer me on my way, 
To guide my doubting footsteps, 

To be my strength and stay. 

3 I need Thee, precious Jesus, 
And hope to see Thee soon, 

Encircled with the rainbow, 
And seated on Thy throne: 

There, with Thy blood-bought children. 
My joy shall ever be, 

To sing Thy praises, Jesus, 
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee. 

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"Come unto Me, ye weary, 

And I will give you rest." 
O blessed voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to hearts oppressed! 
It tells of benediction, 

Of pardon, grace, and peace, 
Of joy that hath no ending, 

Of love which cannot cease. 

2 " Come unto Me, ye wanderers, 

And I will give you light." 
loving voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to cheer the night! 
Our hearts were filled with sadness, 

And we had lost our way, 
But morning brings us gladness, 

And songs the break of day. 

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3 " Come unto Me, ye fainting, 
And I will give you life." 

O cheering voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to aid our strife! 

The foe is stern and eager, 
The fight is fierce and long; 

But Thou hast made us mighty, 
And stronger than the strong. 

4 " And whosoever cometh, 
I will not cast him out." 

welcome voice of Jesus, 

Which drives away our doubt! 

Which calls us, very sinners, 
Unworthy though we be 

Of love so free and boundless, 
To come, dear Lord, to Thee! 

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Drawn from Immanuel's veins; 

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day; 

And there have I, as vile as he, 
Washed all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its power, 

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Till all the ransomed Church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing- wounds supply, 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shal 1 be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I'll sing Thy power to save, 

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

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Beneath the cross of Jesus 

I fain would take my stand; 
The shadow of a mighty rock 

Within a weary land. 
A home within the wilderness, 

A rest upon the way, 
From th' burning of the noon-tide heat, 

And th' burden of the day. 

2 Upon that cross of Jesus, 

Aline eye at times can g 
The very dying form of One 

Who suffered there for me. 



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Two wonders I confess, — 
The wonders of His glorious love, 

And my own worthlessness. 

3 I take, cross, thy shadow, 

For my abiding place; 
I a<k no other sunshine 

Thau the sunshine of His face: 
Content to let the world go by, 

To know no gain nor loss, — 
My sinful self, my only shame, — 

My glory all the cross. 

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Jesus, Thou art standing 

Outside the fast-closed door, 
In lowly patience waiting: 

To pass the threshold o'er: 
Shame on us, Christian brethren, 

His name and sign who bear, 
shame, thrice shame upon as, 

To keep Him standing there. 
2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking: 

And lo, that hand is scarred, 
And thorns Thy brow encircle, 

And tears Thy face have marred. 

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So patiently to wait ! 
O sin that hath no equal, 

So fast to bar the gate ! 
3 O Jesus, thou art pleading 

In accents meek and low, 
"I died for you, My children, 

And will ye treat Me so?" 
Lord, with shame and sorrow 

We open now the door: 
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 

And leave us never more. 

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Humbly at Thy feet we fall, 
Prodigals, confessing all: 

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Low at Thy cross we lie; 
Lord in Thy great compassion, 

Hear our bewailing cry. 
We come to Thee with mourning, 

We come to Thee in woe; 
With contrite hearts returning, 

And tears that overflow. 

2 gracious Intercessor, 
Priest within the veil. 

Plead, for each lost transgressor, 
The blood that cannot fail. 

We spread our sins before Thee, 
We tell them one by one; 

O for Thy name's great glory, 
Forgive all we have done. 

3 by Thy cross and passion, 
Thy tears and agony, 

And crown of cruel fashion, 

And death on Calvary: 
By all that untold Buffering 

Endured by Thee alone; 
O Christ, spotless offering, 

Plead for us, and atone. 

James Hamilton ab. 



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We stand in deep repentance, 

Before Thy throne of love ; 
O God of grace, forgive us, 

The stain of guilt remove; 
Behold us while with weeping 

We lift our eyes to Thee; 
And all our sins subduing, 

Our Father, set us free! 

2 shouldst Thou from us, fallen, 
Withhold Thy grace to guide, 

Forever we should wander 
From Thee, and peace, aside; 

But Thou to spirits contrite 
Dost light and life impart, 

That man may learn to serve Thee 
With thankful, joyous heart. 

3 Our souls — on Thee we cast them, 
Our only refuge Thou! 

Thy cheering words revive us. 

When pressed with grief we bow: 

Thou bear' st the trusting spirit- 
Upon Thy loving breast, 

And givest all Thy ransomed 
A sweet, unending rest. 

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The spotless Lamb of God; 

He bears them all, and frees us 
From the accursed load: 

1 bring my guilt to Jesus, 
To wash my crimson stains 

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Till not a spot remains, 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus, 
All fulness dwells in Him; 

He heals all my diseases, 
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I lay my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares; 
He from them all releases, 

He all my sorrows shares. 

3 I long to be like Jesus, — 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 
I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child; 
I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heavenly throng, 
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And help me to believe; 
Simply do I now draw near, 

Thy blessing to receive; 
Full of guilt, alas! I am, 

But to Thy wounds for refuge flee: 
Friend of Burners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 
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To Thee I lift mine eye, 
Balm of all my grief and pain, 

Thy blood is always nigh: 

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Heal me as I suppliant kneel; 
Heal me, and my pardon seal. 
2 Helpless, none can help me now; 
Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou; 
Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. 



3 Thou the true Physician art; 
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, 
Binding up the bleediug heart. 

4 Heal me, then, my Saviour, heal; 
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; 

To Thy mercy I appeal. 

Godfrey l'hnng 1866 



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A sinful man am I, 

Therefore I come to Thee, — 
To Thee, the Holy and the Just, 

That Thou may'st pity me. 

2 Wert Thou not holy, Lord, 
Why should I come to Thee ? 

It is Thy holiness that makes 
Thee, Lord, so meet for me. 

3 Our God is love, — we come; 
Our God is light, — we stay; 

Abiding ever in His word, 
And walking in His way. 

4 Mercy and truth are His, 
Unchanging faithfulness; 

The cross is all our boast and trust, 
And Jesus is our peace. 

5 We give Thee glory, Lord; 
Thy majesty adore, 





Thee Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 
We bless forevermore. 

Horatius Bonar 

420 

Axd wilt Thou pardon, Lord, 

A sinner such as I ? 
Although Thy book his crimes record^ 

Of such a crimson dye ? 

2 So deep are they engraved, 
So terrible their fear; — 

The righteous scarcely shall be saved, 
And where shall I appear ? 

3 Thou, Physician blest, 
Make clean my guilty soul! 

And me, by many a sin oppressed, 
Restore, and keep me whole I 

4 I know not how to praise 
Thy mercy and Thy love; 

But deign Thy servant to upraise, 
And I shall learn above. 

Joseph of the Studium ab. 86o 
Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 

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On restless wing to roam; 

All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

2 Behold the ark of God 
Behold the open door' 




Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

3 There safe thou shalt abide, 
There sweet shall be thy rest, 

A nd every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

WHliam Augustus Muhlenberg 1826. 



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O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend, 
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend — 
That Thou wilt plead for me. 

2 When, weary in the Christian race, 
Far off appears my resting-place, 
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me. 

3 When I have erred, and gone astray, 
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, 
And see no glimmering, guiding ray, 

Still, Saviour, plead for me. 

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, 
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, 

And plead, O plead for me. 

5 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear. 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 

Pleading in heaven for me. 

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Reveals my sins in dread array, 
Say, Thou hast washed them all away: 
O say, Thou plead'st for me. 

Charlotte Elliott 1837 

423 

God of my life! Thy boundless grace; 

Chose, pardoned, and adopted me; 
My rest, my home, my dwelling place, 

Father! I come to Thee. 

2 Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield! 
Whose precious blood was shed for me, 

Into Thy hands my soul I yield; 
Saviour! I come to Thee. 

3 Spirit of glory and of God! 

Long hast Thou deigned my guide to be ; 
Now, be Thy comfort sweet bestowed ! 
My God ! I come to Thee. 

4 I come to join that countless host, 
Who praise Thy name unceasingly; 

Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
My God! I come to Thee. 

Charlotte Elliott 1841 
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O Saviour, I have naught to plead, 
In earth beneath or heaven above, 

But just my own exceeding need 
And Thy exceeding love. 



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Exceeding great but quickly o'er: 

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Just as I am, without one plea, 
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O Lamb of God, I come. 



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It tells me where my soul may flee: 

O, to the weary, faint, oppressed, 

How sweet the bidding, " Come to Me!" 



2 Just as I am, and waiting not 3 " Come, for all else must fail and die; 

To rid my soul of one dark blot, Earth is no resting-place for thee; 

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; 
O Lamb of God, I come. I am thy portion ; Come to Me 1 " 



3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
By fears within, and foes without, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 

Lamb of God, I come. 

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve: 
Because Thy promise I believe, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down: 
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

Charlotte Elliott 

426 

With tearful eyes I look around; 

Life seems a dark and stormy sea; 
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, 

A heavenly whisper, "Come to Mel" 



4 O voice of mercy, voice of love 1 
In conflict, grief, and agony, 

Support me, cheer me from above, 
And gently whisper, "Come to Me!" 

427 



Charlotte Elliott 1841 



Jesus, the sinner's friend! to Thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee; 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
Open Thine arms, and take me in. 

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul; 
'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; 
I cannot rest, till Thou art mine, 
Until in me Thine image shine. 

3 At last I own it cannot be 
That I should fit myself for Thee ; 

[8 6 Here then, to Thee, I all resign; 
Thine is the work, and only Thine. 

4 What shall I say, Thy grace to move ? 
Lord! I am sin, but Thou art love; 

I give up every plea beside; 

Lord! I'm condemned, but Thou hast died. 

Charles Wesley 1739 



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Weary of earth and laden with my sin, 

1 look at heaven and long to enter in, 
But there no evil thing may find a home; 
And yet I hear a voice that bids me " Come." 

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand 
In the pure glory of that holy land ? 
Before the whiteness of that throne appear ? 
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw 

me near. 

3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, 

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And His the blood that can for all atone, 
And set me faultless there before the throne. 

4 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, 
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's 

child, 
And clay by day, whereby my soul may live, 
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 

5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous 

Lord : 
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; 
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden 

crown, [down. 

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid 

Samuel John Stone 1865 
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429 

Lord, I was blind! I could not see 
In Thy marred visage any grace, 
But now the beauty of Thy face 
In radiant vision dawns on me. 

2 Lord, I was deaf ! I could not hear 
The thrilling music of Thy voice: 
But now I hear Thee and rejoice, 
And all Thy uttered words are dear! 

3 Lord, I was dumb! I could not speak 
The grace and glory of Thy name ; 



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My lips Thine eager praises wake. 

4 Lord, I was dead! I could not stir 
My lifeless soul to come to Thee: 

But now, since Thou hast quickened me, 
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre. 

5 For Thou hast made the bliud to see, 
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, 
The dead to live; and, lo, I break 

The chains of my captivity. 

William Tidd Matson 



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Jesus, Lord of life and glory! 

Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear; 
While our waiting souls adore Thee, 

Friend of helpless sinners, hear I 
By Thy mercy, 

deliver us, good Lord! 

2 Taught by Thine unerring Spirit, 
Boldly we draw nigh to God, 

Only in Thy spotless merit, 

Only through Thy precious blood: 

By Thy mercy, 
deliver us, good Lord! 



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From the hardening power of sin, 

From all malice and un kindness, 
From the pride that lurks within, 

By Thy mercy, 
deliver us, good Lord! 

4 When temptation sorely presses, 
In the day of Satan's power, 

In our times of deep distresses, 
In each dark and trying hour, 

By Thy mercy, 
O deliver us, good Lord! 

James J. Cummins 1839 
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A trembling sinner, Lord I cry: 
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free; 
O God, be merciful to me. 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
With deep and conscious guilt opprest, 
Christ aud His cross my only plea; 

O God, be merciful to me. 

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
Nor dare to lift them to the skies; 



But Thou dost all my anguish see; 
O God, be merciful to me. 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
Can for a single sin atone; 

To Calvary alone I flee; 
O God, be merciful to me. 

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God has been merciful to me. 

Cornelius Liven 1852 



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O Thou, whose tender mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh, 
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 

From sorrow's weeping eye; 

2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, 
A wretched wanderer mourn; 

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face ? 
Hast Thou not said, " Return ? " 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, 
To drive me from Thy feet ? 

O let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat. 

4 O shine on this benighted heart, 
With beams of mercy shine; 

And let Thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine. 

Anne Steele 1760 

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433 

O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 

I lift my heart to Thee; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 

Dear Lord, remember me. 

2 When,groaning,on my burdened heart 
My sins lie heavily, 

Thy pardon speak, new peace impart, 
In love remember me. 

3 If, on my face, for Thy dear name, 
Shame and reproaches be, 

All hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If Thou remember me. 

4 The hour is near; consigned to death, 
I own the just decree: 

Saviour, with my last parting breath, 
I'll cry, Remember me. 

Thomas Haweis 1792 
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O Jesus, Saviour of the lost, 
My rock and hiding-place; 

By storms of sin and sorrow tossed, 
I seek Thy sheltering grace. 

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry; 

Pursued by foes, I come; 
A sinner, save me, or I die, 

An outcast, take me home. 



3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms, 
Let storms come on amain; 

There danger never, never harms; 
There death itself is gain. 

4 And when I stand before Thy throne, 
And all Thy glory see, 

Still be my righteousness alone 
To hide myself in Thee. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1849 



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O Lord, turn not Thy face away 

From them that lowly lie, 
Lamenting sore their sinful life, 

With tears and bitter cry. 

2 Thy mercy-gates are open wide 
To them that mourn their sin; 

shut them not against us, Lord, 
But let us enter in. 

3 We need not to confess our fault, 
For surely Thou canst tell; 

What we have done, and what we are, 
Thou knowest very well. 

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With tears we come to Thee, 

As children that have done amiss 
Fall at their father's knee. 

5 And need we, then, Lord, repeat 
The blessing which we crave, 

When Thou dost know, before we speak, 
The thing that we would have. 

6 Mercy, Lord, we mercy ask, 
This is the total sum; 

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer- 
O let Thy mercy cornel 

John Markant i5tc 
Alt. Reginald Heber 1827 

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436 

When wounded sore the stricken soul 
Lies bleeding and unbound, 

One only hand, a pierced hand, 
Can heal the sinner's wound. 

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 
And tears of anguish flow, 

One only heart, a broken heart, 
Can feel the sinner's woe. 

3 When penitence has wept in vain 
Ovtir some foul dark spot, 






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Can wash away the blot. 

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, 
His hand that brings relief, 

His heart that's touched with all our joys, 
And feeleth for our grief. 

5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord; 
Unseal that cleansing tide; 

We have no shelter from our sin 
But in Thy wounded side. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 185E 



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Saviour, when in dust to Thee 

Low we bend th 1 adoring- knee; 
When repentant, to the skies, 
Scarce we lift our weeping eves; 
O, by all the pains and woe 
Suffered once for man below, 
Bending from Thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany! 

2 By Thy helpless infant years; 
By Thy life of want and tears; 
By Thy days of sore distress 
In the savage wilderness; 

By the dread mysterious hour 
Of th* insulting tempter's power; 
Turn, turn a favoring eye; 
Hear our solemn litany! 

3 By Thine hour of dire despair; 
By Thine agony of prayer: 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; 
By the gloom that veiled the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice; 
Listen to our humble cry; 
Hear our solemn litany I 



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By the sad sepulchral stone; 
By the vault, whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God; 
0, from earth to heaven restored, 
Mighty, reasceuded Lord, 
Listen, listen to the cry 
Of our solemn litany. 

Robert Grant 1815 

438 

View me, Lord, a work of Thine! 

Shall I then lie drowned in night ? 
Might Thy grace in me but shine, 

I should seem made all of light. 
Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel 

At Thine altar, pure and white: 
They that ouce Thy mercies feel, 

Gaze no more on earth's delight. 
2 Worldly joys, like shadows, fade 

When the heavenly light appears; 
But the covenants Thou hast made. 

Endless, know nor days nor years. 
In Thy word, Lord, is my trust, 

To Thy mercies fast I fly: 
Though I am but clay and dust, 

Yet Thy grace can lift me high. 

Thomas Campion 1601 



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Bid this struggling heart be still; 

Bid my fears and doublings cease, 

Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, 

Opened wide the gate to God: 

Peace I ask — but peace mast be, 

Lord, in being one with Thee. 



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May Thy will and mine be one: 
Chase these doublings from my 
Now Thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour, at Thy feet I fall; 
Thou my lifc\ my God. my allT 
Let Thy happy servant be 
One for evermore with Thee! 

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Depth of mercy, can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Can my God His wrath forbear? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 

2 I have long withstood His grace, 
Long provoked Him to His face; 
Would not hearken to His calls; 
Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 

3 Kindled His relentings are; 
Me He now delights to spare; 
Cries, "How shall I give Thee up?" 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands, 
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands; 
God is love: I know, 1 feel; 

Jesus lives and loves me still. 

Charles Wesley 1740 



441 

Jesus, Jesus! visit me; 
How my soul longs after Thee! 
When, my best, my dearest friend! 
Shall our separation end ? 

2 Lord! my longings never cease; 
Without Thee I find no peace; 
'Tis my constant cry to Thee,— 
Jesus, Jesus! visit me. 

3 Come, inhabit then my heart; 
Purge its sin, and heal its smart; 
See, I ever cry to Thee, — 
Jesus, Jesus! visit me. 

4 Patiently I wait Thy day; 
For this gift alone I pray, 
That, when death shall visit me, 
Thou my light and life wilt be. 

Johann Scheffler 1657 
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'Pake me, my Father ! take me, 
Take me, save me, through Thy Son; 

That, which Thou wouldst liaveme, make me, 
Let Thy will iu me be doue. 

2 Long from Thee my footsteps straying, 
Thorny proved the way I trod; 

Weary come I now, and praying 
Take me to Thy love, my God ! 

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 
Humblv I confess my sin: 

At Thy feet, O Father! falling, 
To Thy household take me in. 

TALMAR 



4 Freely now to Thee I proffer 
This relenting heart of mine; 

Freely, life and soul I 6ffer, 
Gift unworthy love like Thine. 

5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, 
Bore our sins upon the tree; 

On that sacrifice relying, 
Xow I look in hope to Thee; 

6 Father ! take me ; all forgiving, 
Fold me to Thy loving breast ; 

In Thy love for ever living, 
I must be for ever blest ! 

Ray Palmer 
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At the door of mercy sighing 

With the burden of my sin, 
Day and night my soul is crying, 

" Open, Lord, and let me in." 
2 Waiting -mid the darkness dreary, 

Stretching out my hands to Thee, 
In the refuge for the weary 

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Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 
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Life eternal hath in Him." 
■4 At the outer door why staying : 

Nothing, soul, hast thou to pay: 
Christ in love to thee is saying, 

''Weary child, come in to-day." 

Thomas MacKellar 187a 



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O, the bitter shame and sorrow, 

That a time could ever be, 

When I let the Saviour's pity 

Plead in vain, and proudly answered, 

" All of self, and none of Thee. 

2 Yet He found me; I beheld Him 

Bleeding ou the accursed tree, 

Heard Him pray: "Forgive them, Father." 

And my wistful heart said faintly, 

" Some of self, and some of Thee." 



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3 Day by day His tender mercy, 
Healing, helping, full and free, 
Sweet and strong, and ah! so patient, 
Brought me lower, while I whisper'd, 
11 Less of self and more of Thee." 

4 Higher than the highest heavens, 
Deeper than the deepest sea, 

Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered; 
Grant me now my soul's petition, 
"None of self, and all of Thee." 

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Take my heart, Father, take it; 

Make and keep it all Thine own; 
Let Thy Spirit melt and break it, 

This proud heart of sin and stone. 
2 Father, make it pure and lowly, 

Fond of peace, and far from strife; 
Turning from the paths unholy 

Of this vain and sinful life. 



3 Ever let Thy grace surround it; 
Strengthen it with power divine, 

Till Thy cords of love have bound it. 
Make it to be wholly Thine. 

4 May the 1)1 ood of Jesus heal it, 
And its sins be all forgiven; 

Holy Spirit, take and seal it, 
Guide it in the path to heaven. 

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My gracious Lord, I own Thy right 

To every service I can pay, 
And call it my supreme delight 

To hear Thy dictates and obey. 

2 What is my being but for Thee, 
Its sure support, its noblest end, 

Thine ever-smiling face to see, 

And serve the cause of such a friend! 

3 Tis to my Saviour I would live, 
To Him who for my ransom died; 

Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 

4 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigor is no more; 

And my last hour of life confess 
His dying love, His saving power. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

447 

Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine; 
With full consent Thine I would be, 
And own Thy sovereign right in me. 
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place, 
Among the children of Thy grace; 
A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 



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3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die : 
Be Thine through all eternity; 

The vow is past beyond repeal; 
Now will I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee my new Master now I call, 

And consecrate to Thee my all. 

Samuel Davies 1760 

448 

Jesus, our best beloved friend, 
Draw out our souls in pure desire; 

Jesus, in love to us descend, 

Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire. 

2 Our souls and bodies we resign, 
To fear and follow Thy commands; 

take our hearts, our hearts are Thine, 
Accept the service of our hands. 

3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, 
May we Thy blessed will obey; 

Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear 
The heat and burden of the day. 

4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place, 

In heaven, at Thy right hand prepare; 
And till we see Thee face to face, 
Be all our conversation there. 

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My faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
O let me from this day 

Be wholly Thine! 

2 May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire; 
As Thou hast died for me, 
may my love to Thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 



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3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be Thou my guide; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From Thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove; 
bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul! 

Ray Palmer 1830 
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Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, 
Who Thy Father's flock dost keep, 
Safe we wake and safe we sleep, 
Guarded still by Thee. 

2 In Thy promise firm we stand, 
None can pluck us from Thy hand, 
Speak, we hear, at Thy command, 

We will follow Tfoee. 

3 By Thy blood our souls were bought, 
By Thy life salvation wrought, 



By Thy light our feet are taught, 
Lord, to follow Thee. 

4 Father, draw us to Thy Son, 
We with joy will follow on, 
Till the work of grace is done, 

And from sin set free, — 

5 We in robes of glory dressed 
Join the assembly of the blest, 
Gathered to eternal rest, 

In the fold with Thee. 

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Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord; 

Before Thy mercy seat 
My soul, adoring, pleads Thy word, 

And owns Thy mercy sweet. 

2 My need, and Thy desires, 
Are all in Christ complete; 

Thou hast the justice truth requires, 
And I Thy mercy sweet. 

3 Where'er Thy name is blest, 
Where'er Thy people meet, 

There I delight in Thee to rest, 
And find Thy mercy sweet. 

4 Light Thou my weary way, 
Place Thou my weary feet, 

That while I stray on earth I may 
Still find Thy mercy sweet. 

5 Thus shall the heavenly host 
Hear all my songs repeat 

To Father, Sou, and Holy Ghost, 
My joy, Thy mercy sweet. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell i 

452 

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord, 
That taught us this sweet way, 

Only to love Thee for Thyself 
And for that love obey. 

2 O Thou, our soul's chief hope, 

We to Thy mercy fly; 
Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, 

Whate'er we need, supply. 



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To Thee we both resign; 

By night we see, as well as day, 
If Thy light on us shine. 

4 Whether we live or die, 
Both we submit to Thee; 

In death we live, as well as life, 
If Thine in death we be. 

John Austin 1668 

453 

Not all the blood of beasts 

On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace, 

Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
Takes all our sins away; 

A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood, than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 
On that dear head of Thine, 

While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

4 My soul looks back to see 
The burdens Thou didst bear, 

When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 

To see the curse remove; 
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing His bleeding love. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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454 

My spirit on Thy care 

Blest Saviour, I recline; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 

For Thou art love divine. 

2 In Thee I place my trust, 
On Thee I calmly rest; 

I know Thee good, I know Thee just, 
And count Thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 
Thy will they all perform ; 

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall, 
It must be good for me; 

Secure of having Thee in all, 
Of having all in Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 

OLMUTZ S. M. 



455 

The pity of the Lord 

To those that fear His name, 

Is such as tender parents feel: 
He knows our feeble frame. 

2 He knows we are but dust, 
Scattered with every breath; 

His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 

3 Our days are as the grass, 
Or like the morning flower ; 

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
It withers in an hour. 

4 But Thy compassions, Lord, 
To endless years endure; 

And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 

Isaac Watts 1713 
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456 

Your harps, ye trembling saints, 
Down from the willows take; 

Loud to the praise of love divine 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 
We are not far from home; 

And nearer to our house above 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace will to the end 
Stronger and brighter shine; 

Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the spark divine. 



4 When we in darkness walk, 
Nor feel the heavenly flame, 

Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon His name. 

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
Subside at His control; 

His loving-kindness shall break through 
The midnight of the soul. 

6 Blest is the man, O God, 
That stays himself on Thee; 

Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall Thy salvation see. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 177a 



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gift of gifts! O grace of faith! 
My God, how can it be 

That Thou, who hast discerning love, 
Shouldst give that gift to me ? 

2 How many hearts Thoumightst have had 
More innocent than mine, 

How many souls more worthy far 
Of that sweet touch of Thine! 

3 Ah, Grace, into unlikeliest hearts, 
It is Thv boast to come, 

The glory of Thy light to find 
In darkest spots a home. 

4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 
Seem trifles less than light; 

Earth looks so little and so low 
When faith shines full and bright. 

5 happy, happy that I am! 
If Thou canst be, OFaith, 

The treasure that Thou art in life, 
What wilt Thou be in death ? 

Frederick William Faber 1849 

458 

Father of love, our guide and friend, 

lead us gently on, 
Until life's trial-time shall end, 

And heavenly peace be won. 

2 We know not what the path may be 

As vet by us untrod; 
But we can trust our al to Thee, 

Our Father and our God. 



3 But if some darker lot be good, 
O teach us to endure 

The sorrow, pain, or solitude, 
That make the spirit pure. 

4 Christ by no flowery pathway came; 
And we, His followers here, 

Must do Thy will and praise Thy name, 
In hope, and love, and fear. 

5 And, till in Heaven we sinless bow, 
And faultless anthems raise, 

Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
Accept our feeble praise. 

William Josiah Irons 1853 

459 

Lord, I believe; Thy power I own, 
Thy word I would obey; 

1 wander comfortless and lone, 
When from Thy truth I stray. 

2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears 
Sometimes bedim my sight; 

I look to Thee with prayers and tears, 
And cry for strength and light. 

3 Lord, I believe; bat oft I know, 
My faith is cold and weak; 

My weakness strengthen, and bestow 
The confidence I seek! 

4 Yes! I believe; and only Thou 
Canst give my soul relief: 

Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow; 
" Help Thou mine unbelief ! " 

John Reynell Wreford 1837 



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Though pressed by every foe; 

That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe; 

2 That will not murmur nor complain 
Beneath the chastening rod, 

But, in the hour of grief and pain, 
Will lean upon its God; 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
When tempests rage without; 

DALEHURST C. M. 



That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt; 

4 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
Till life's last hour is fled, 

And with a pure and heavenly ray 
Lights up a dying bed. 

5 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
And then, whate'er may come, 

We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

William Hiley Bathurst 1831 
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Thou art my hiding-place, Lord! 

On Thee I fix my trust, 
Eucouraged by Thy holy word, 

A feeble child of dust. 

2 I have no argument beside, 
I urge no other plea; 

And 'tis enough the Saviour died, 
The Saviour died for me. 

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, 
When mortal strength is vain, 

A heart with grief and anguish torn, 
A body racked with pain; 






4 Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, 
Bid every murmur flee, 

But this, the witness in my breast 
That Jesus died for me ? 

5 And when Thine awful voice commands 
This body to decay, 

And life, in its last lingering sands, 
Is ebbing fast away; 

6 Then, though it be in accents weak ; 
And faint and tremblingly, 

give me strength in death to speak, 
" Mv Saviour died for me." 

Thomas Raffles 1843 



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1 could not do without Thee, 

Saviour of the lost ! 

Whose wondrous love redeemed me 
At such tremendous cost; 

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, 
Thy precious blood must be 

My only hope and comfort, 
My glory and my plea. 

2 I could not do without Thee, 

1 cannot stand alone, 

I have no strength or goodness, 
No wisdom of my own; 

But Thou, beloved Saviour, 
Art all in all to me, 

And perfect strength in weakness 
Is theirs who lean on Thee. 

3 I could not do without Thee, 
For, the way is long, 

And I am often weary, 
And sigh replaces song. 

How could I do without Thee? 
I do not know the way; 

Thou knowest, and Thou leadest, 
And wilt not let me stray. 

4 I could not do without Thee ! 
For life is fleeting fast, 

And soon in solemn loneness 
The river must be passed. 



But Thou wilt never leave me, 
And though the waves roll high, 

I know Thou wilt be with me, 
And whisper, "It is I." 

Frances Ridley Havirgal 1873 

463 

I know no life divided, 
O Lord of life, from Thee; 

In Thee is life provided 
For all mankind and me: 

1 know no death, Jesus, 

Because I live in Thee; 
Thy death it is which frees us 
From death eternally. 

2 I fear no tribulation, 
Since, whatsoe'er it be, 

It makes no separation 
Between my Lord and me. 

If Thou, my Grod and Teacher, 
Vouchsafe to be my own, 

Though poor, I shall be richer 
Than monarch on his throne. 

3 If, while on earth I wander, 
My heart is light and blest, 

Ah, what shall I be yonder 
In perfect peace and rest ? 

O blessed thought in dying, 
We go to meet the Lord, 

Where there shall be no sighing, 
A kingdom our reward. 



CarlTohann Philipp Spltta 
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In heavenly love abiding, 

No change my heart shall fear; 
And safe is such confiding, 

For nothing changes here. 
The storm may roar without me, 

My heart may low be laid, 
But God is round about me, 

And can I be dismayed ? 
2 "Wherever He may guide me, 

No want shall turn me back; 
My Shepherd is beside me, 

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He knows the way He taketh, 

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3 Green pastures are before me, 

Which yet I have not seen; 
Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 

Where darkest clouds have been. 
My hope I cannot measure, 

My path to life is free, 
My Saviour has my treasure, 

And He will walk with me. 

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When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 

To cheer it after rain. 
2 In holy contemplation, 

We sweetly then pursue 
The theme of God's salvation, 

And find it ever new: 
Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say, 
E'en let the unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may. 



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3 It can bring with it nothing 
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Beneath the spreading heavens, 
No creature but is fed; 

And He who feeds the ravens 
Will give His children bread. 

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither, 
Their wonted fruit shall bear, 

Though all the field should wither, 
Nor flocks nor herds be there; 

Yet God the same abiding, 
His praise shall tune my voice, 

For, while in Him confiding, 
I cannot but rejoice. 

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Jesus, I have promised 
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Be Thou for ever near me, 
My Master and my friend; 

1 shall not fear the battle 
If Thou art by my side, 

Nor wander from the pathway 
If Thou wilt be my guide. 

2 O let me feel Thee near me; 
The world is ever near; 

I see the sights that dazzle, 
The tempting sounds I hear; 



My foes are ever near me, 

Around me and within; 
But, Jesus, draw Thou uearer, 

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3 O Jesus, Thou hast promised 

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In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

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2 How far from this our daily life, 
How oft disturbed by anxious strife, 

By sudden wild alarms; 
could we but relinquish all 
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On Thine almighty arms! 



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E'en while we pray, upon our God, 

Then rise with lightened cheer; 
Sure that the Father who is nigh 
To still the famished raven's cry, 

Will hear in that we fear. 

4 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers ; 

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Leave all things to a Father's will, 
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Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
While the billows near me roll, 

While the tempest still is high: 
Hide me, O my Saviour hide, 

Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide; 

O receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; 
Leave, ahl leave me not alone, 

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Boundless love in Thee I find. 

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 

Just and holy is Thy name, 
I am all unrighteousness; 

Vile and full of sin 1 am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
Grace to pardon all my sin; 

Let the healing streams abound, 
Make and keep me pure within; 

Thou of life the fountain art, 
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Spring Thou up within my heart, 
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Finds on earth no peace nor rest; 
When the wily tempter's near, 
Filling us with doubts and fear: 
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee; 
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Thou wilt heal the broken heart; 
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell 
All the rage and might of hell. 
3 Mighty to redeem and save, 
Thou hast overcome the grave; 
Thou the bars of death hast riven, 
Opened wide the gate of heaven: 
Soon in glory Thou shalt come, 
Taking Thy poor pilgrims home: 
Jesus, then we all shall be 
Ever, ever, Lord, with Thee! 

James George Deck 
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And my home is in Thine arms ; And I feel no wild alarms. 

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Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, 

And my home is in Thine arms; 
Thou wilt send me help at length, 

And I feel no wild alarms. 
Sin nor death can pierce the shield 

Thy defence has o'er me thrown ; 
Up to Thee myself I yield, 

And my sorrows are Thine own. 

2 When my trials tarry long, 
Unto Thee I look and wait, 

Knowing none, though keen and strong, 
Can my trust in Thee abate. 



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And this faith I long have nursed 
Comes alone, God, from Thee; 

Thou my heart didst open first, 
Thou didst set this hope in me. 

3 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread 

O'er me, keep me close to Thee; 
In the peace Thy love doth shed 

Let me dwell eternally. 
Be my all; in ail I do, 

Let me only seek Thy will. 
Where the heart to Thee is true, 

All is peaceful, calm and still. 

August Hermann Franke 1711 
Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1855 

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Everlasting arms of love 
Are beneath, around, above; 
He who left His throne of light, 
And unnumbered angels bright ; — 

2 He who on the accursed tree 
Gave His precious life for me; — 
He it is that bears me on, 
His the arm I lean upon. 



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3 All things hasten to decay, 
Earth and sea will pass away; 
Soon will yonder circling sun 
Cease his blazing course to run. 

4 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
But the Changeless cannot change: 
Gladly will I journey on, 

With His arm to lean upon. 

John Ross Macduff 1851 



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Jesus, Master, whose I am, 
Purchased Thine alone to be, 

By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb, 
Shed so willingly for me; 

Let my heart be all Thine own, 

Let me live to Thee alone. 

2 Other lords have long held sway; 
Now Thy name alone to bear, 

Thy dear voice alone obey, 

HOLLEY 




Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
Whom have I in heaven but Thee? 
Nothing else my joy can be. 
3 Jesus, Master, I am Thine; 

Keep me faithful, keep me near: 
Let Thy presence in me shine 

All my homeward way to cheer. 
Jesus, at Thy feet I fall, 
O be Thou my All in all. 

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Thine for ever ! God of love, 
Hear us from Thy throne above; 
Thine for ever may we be, 
Here and in eternity. 

2 Thine for ever ! Lord of life, 
Shield us through our earthly strife; 
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Guide us to the realms of day. 

3 Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep 
These Thy frail and trembling sheep; 
Safe alone beneath Thy care, 

Let us all Thy goodness share. 

4 Thine for ever ! Thou our Guide, 
All our wants by Thee supplied, 
All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven 

Mary Fawler Maude 1848 



I I I 

To Thy pastures fair and large, 
Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge, 
And my couch, with tenderest care, 
Mid the springing grass prepare. 

2 When I faint with summer's heat 
Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
To the streams that, still and slow, 
Through the verdant meadows flow. 

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 
By the shades of death o'erspread, 
With Thy rod and staff supplied, 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Constant to my latest end, 
Thou my footsteps shalt attend; 
And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

James Merrick 1765 



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Jesus, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave, and follow Thee; 
Destitute, despised, forsaken, 

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be: 
Perish, every fond ambition, 

All I've sought, and hoped, and known ; 
Yet how rich is my condition, 

God and heaven are still my own ! 
2 Let the world despise and leave me, 

They have left my Saviour, too; 
Human hearts and looks deceive me, 

Thou art not, like man, untrue; 
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me, 

Show Thy face and all is bright. 



3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure! 
Come disaster, scorn, and painl 

In Thy service, pain is pleasure; 

With Thy favor, loss is gain. 
I have called Thee, Abba, Father; 

I have stayed my heart on Thee: 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 

All must work for good to me. 

4 Man may trouble and distress me, 
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Lord, I know Thy grace is nigh me, 

Though Thyself I cannot see; 
Jesus, Master, pass not by me; 

Son of David, pity me. 
2 While I sit in weary blindness, 

Longing for the blessed light, 
Many taste Thy loving kindness; 

" Lord, I would receive my sight." 



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Let me see Thy face and live. 

4 Ah, what touch is this that thrills me ? 
What this burst of strange delight? 

Lo, the rapturous vision fills me! 
This is Jesus! this is sight! 

Hervey Doddridge Ganse 1869 



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Watching, praying without ceasing, 
May we reach the heavenly shore! 

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My God! accept my heart this day, 

And make it always Thine, 
That I from Thee no more may stray, 

No more from Thee decline. 

2 Before the cross of Him who died, 
Behold I prostrate fall; 

Let every sin be crucified; 
Let Christ be all in all. 

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, 
My blest atonement prove, 

That I, from first to last, may be 
The purchase of Thy love. 

4 Let every thought, and work, and word, 
To Thee be ever given; 

Then life shall be Thy service, Lord! 
And death the gate of heaven. 



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480 

Lord, it belongs not to my care 
Whether I die or live; 
To love and serve Thee is my share ? 
And this Thy grace must give. 

2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
Than He went through before ; 

He that unto God's kingdom comes, 
Must enter by this door. 

3 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 
Thy blessed face to see ; 

For, if Thv work on earth be sweet, 
What will Thy glory be? 

4 My knowledge of that life is small; 
The eye of faith is dim; 

But it's enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with Him. 

Richard Baxter 1681 
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The faint, the weak on Thee may lean, 
Help me throughout life's varying scene, 
By faith to cling to Thee. 

2 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and joys remove? 
With patient, uncomplaining love 
Still would I cling to Thee. 



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4 Blest is my lot whate'er befall; 
What can disturb me, who appall, 
While, as my strength, my rock, my all, 

Saviour, I cling to Thee? 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 



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Though rough and steep our pathway, worn 4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her 

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2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, meadows 

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Accept the hardship, shrinking not from 

3 Choose for us, God! — nor let our weak loss, 

preferring [designed: Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial: 

Cheat our poor souls of good Thou hast Our crown, beyond the cross. 

William Henry Burleigh 1868 



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Leaning on Thee, my guide, my friend, 

My gracious Saviour! I am blest: 
Though weary, Thou dost condescend 

To be my rest. 
2 Leaning on Thee, with child-like faith, 

To Thee the future I confide; 
Each step of life's untrodden path 
Thy love will guide. 



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4 Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms: 
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3 I am bewildered on my way; 
Dark and tempestuous is the night; 

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Thou art my light. 

4 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 
In that tremendous latest strife, 

Thou wilt not suffer me to sink; 
Thou art my life. 

5 Thou wilt my every want supply, 
E'en to the end, whate'er befall ; 

Through life, in death, eternally, 
Thou art my all. 

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1 am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, 

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Trusting Thee for full salvation, 
Great and free. 

2 I am trusting Thee for pardon, 

At Thy feet I bow; 
For Thy grace and tender mercy, 
Trusting now. 

3 I am trusting Thee for cleansing 

In the crimson flood; 
Trusting Thee to make me holy 
By Thy blood. 

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All my need. 

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Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me 
Must prevail. 

6 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus; 

Never let me fall; 
I am trusting Thee for ever, 
And for all. 

Francis Ridley Havergal 1874 

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Charles Wesley 17. 

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The loveliest and best; 
My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 

In Thy blest love I rest. 

2 Jesus, I die to Thee, 
Whenever death shall come; 

To die in Thee is life to me 
In my eternal home. 

3 Whether to live or die, 

I know not which is best; 
To live in Thee is bliss to me, 
To die is endless rest. 

4 Living or dying, Lord, 
I ask but to be Thine; 

My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
Makes heaven forever mine. 

Henry Harbaugh 



487 

Jesus my strength, my hope, 

On Thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know Thou hearest my prayer. 

2 Give me on Thee to wait, 
Till I can all things do: 

On Thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew. 

3 Give me a godly fear, 
A quick, discerning eye, 

That looks to Thee when sin is near, 
And sees the tempter fly, 

4 A spirit still prepared, 
And arm'd with jealous care, 

For ever standing on its guard, 
And watching unto prayer. 

5 I rest upon Thy word, 
The promise is for me; 

My succor and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from Thee. 



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Ask ye what great thing I know 
That delights and stirs me so ? 
What the high reward I win ? 
Whose the name I glory in ? 
Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

2 What is faith's foundation strong? 
What awakes my lips to song ? 

He who bore my sinful load, 
Purchased for me peace with God, 
Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 

3 Who defeats my fiercest foes? 
Who consoles my saddest woes? 
Who revives my fainting heart, 

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5 This is that great thing I know; 
This delights and stirs me so: 
Faith in Him who died to save, 
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Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me 
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me; 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
Light and love upon my way, 



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Adds new lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
By the cross are sanctified; 

Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

5 In the cross of Christ I glory; 
Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 

All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

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Now begin the heavenly theme, 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears; 
Banish all your guilty fears; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Cancelled by redeeming love. 

4 Welcome, all by sin oppressed, 
Welcome to His sacred rest; 
Nothing brought Him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

5 Hither, then, your music bring, 
Strike aloud each joyful string; 
Mortals, join the host above, 
Join to praise redeeming love. 

Martin Madan? 

492 

Children of the Heavenly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in His works and ways. 

2 We are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod: 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 



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You on Jesus' throne shall rest; 
There your seat is now prepared, 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of your land; 
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
Bids you undismayed go on. 

5 Lord, obediently we go, 
Gladly leaving all below; 
Only Thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow Thee. 

John Cennick 1742 

493 

Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 
Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
But before my eyes they bring 
Christ, of beauty source and spring. 

2 When the morning paints the skies, 
When the golden sunbeams rise, 
Then my Saviour's form I find 
Brightly imaged on my mind. 

3 When, as moonlight softly steals, 
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, 
Then I think: Who made their light, 
Is a thousand times more bright. 

4 Lord of all that's fair to see, 
Come, reveal Thyself to me; 
Let me, 'mid Thy radiaut light, 
See Thine unveiled glories bright. 

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Honor, worship, thanks, we pay; 

Which, for many a generation, 
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But with holy exultation 
We may sing aloud to-day. 

2 Jesus is the name we treasure, 
Name beyond what words can tell; 

Name of gladness, name of pleasure, 
Ear and heart delighting well; 

Name of sweetness, passing measure, 
Saving us from sin and hell. 

3 'Tis the name for adoration; 
'Tis the name of victory; 

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'Tis the name for veneration 

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4 Jesus is the name exalted 
Over every other name; 

In this name, whene'er assaulted, 
We can put our foes to shame; 

Strength to them who else had halted, 
Eyes to blind, and feet to lame. 

5 Jesus, we Thy name adoring, 
Long to see Thee as Thou art; 

Of Thy clemency imploring 

So to write it in our heart, 
That hereafter, upwards soaring, 

We with angels may have part. 

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One there is, above all others, 

Well deserves the name of Friend; 
His is love beyond a brother's, 

Costly, free, and knows no end. 
2 Which of all our friends, to save us, 

Could or would have shed his blood ? 
But our Jesus died to have us 

Reconciled in Hiin to God. 



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3 When He lived on earth abased, 
Friend of sinners was His name; 

Now above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 O for grace our hearts to soften; 
Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 

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Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise: 
He justly claims a song from me, 
His loving-kindness, how free! 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
Yet loved me notwithstanding all, 
And saved me from my lost estate, 
His loving-kindnessjO how great! 

3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, 
Where earth and hell mv way oppose. 




He safely leads my soul along, 
His loving-kindness ,0 how strong! 

4 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, 
And life and mortal powers shall fail. 
O may my last expiring breath 

His loving-kindness sing in death. 

5 Then shall I mount, and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day; 
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, 
His loving-kindness in the skies. 

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Come, let us sing the song of songs, 

The saints in heaven began the strain, 
The homage which to Christ belongs: 

" Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain! " 
2 Slain to redeem us by His blood, 

To cleanse from every sinful staiu, 
And make us kings and priests to God: 

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Honor, and majesty, and might: 

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4 Long as we live, and when we die, 
And while in heaven with Him we reign, 

This soug, our song of songs shall be: 
" Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain ! " 

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O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, 
Saviour of all who trust Thy word, 
To them who seek Thee ever near, 
Now to our praises bend Thine ear. 

2 In Thy dear cross a grace is found, 
It flows from every streaming wound, 
Whose power our inbred sin controls. 
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 

3 Thou didst create the stars of night, 
Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light; 



Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, 
A mortal's painful lot to bear. 

4 When Thou didst hang upon the tree, 
The quaking earth acknowledged Thee; 
When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath, 
The world grew dark as shades of death. 

5 Now in the Father's glory high, 
Great Conqueror, never more to die, 
Us by Thy mighty power defend, 
And reign through ages without end. 

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Master, no offering 

Costly and sweet, 

May we, like Magdalene, 

Lay at Thy feet; 

Yet may love's incense rise, 

Sweeter than sacrifice, 

Dear Lord, to Thee. 

2 Daily our lives would show 
Weakness made strong, 
Toilsome and gloomy ways 
Brightened with song; 
Some deeds of kindness done, 
Some souls by patience won, 
Dear Lord, to Thee. 



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4 Thus, in Thy service, Lord, 
Till eventide 

Closes the day of life, 

May we abide. 

And when earth's labors cease, 

Bid us depart in peace, 

Dear Lord, to Thee. 

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Of the love that changes never. 
Who or what from Him can sever 
Those He makes His own ? 

2 With His blood the Lord has bought them ; 
When they knew Him not, He sought them, 
And from all their wanderings brought them: 
His the praise alone. 




3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, 
With the bread of heaven He feeds them, 
And through all the way He speeds them 

To their home above. 

4 There they see the Lord who bought them, 
IIi:n who came from heaven, and sought them, 
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Yesterday, to-day, forever, 

Jesus Christ, the same. 

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Saints in glory, we together 
Know the song that ceases never; 
Song of songs Thou art, Saviour, 

All that endless day. 
2 Come, ye angels, round us gather, 
While to Jesus we draw nearer; 
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Attuned to sweetest sound; 

Strike every trembling string, 
Till earth and heaven resound: 

The triumphs of the cross we sing; 

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string 

2 The cross, the cross alone, 

Subdued the powers of hell; 
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The cross has made the grave 

A passage to the skies: 
The triumphs of the cross we sing; 
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string. 

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Jesus! Thy name I love, 
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Jesus, my Lord! 
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Nothing to please I see, 
Nothing apart from Thee, 

Jesus, my Lord! 

2 When unto Thee I flee, 
Thou wilt my refuge be, 
Jesus, my Lord! 



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What earthly grief or care ? 
Since Thou art ever near, 
Jesus my Lord! 

3 Soon Thou wilt come again; 
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Jesus, my Lord! 
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Fairest Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature! 

Thou of God and man the Son! 
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, 

Thee, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. 

2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the 
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Robed in the blooming garb of spring; 

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Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 

3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the 
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And all the twinkling starry host; 
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer 

Than all the angels heaven can boast. 

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Light of the world! for ever, ever shining; 

There is no change in Thee; 
True Light of life, all joy and health enshrining, 

Thou canst not fade nor flee. 



3 Night visits not Thy sky, nor storm, noi 
Day fills up all its blue: [sadness; 

Unfailing beauty, and unfaltering gladness, 
And love for ever new ! 



2 Thou hast arisen ; but Thou declinest never, 
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All that Thou wast,Thouart,andshalt be ever; Banish the fear,the falsehood, and the fretting, 

Brightness from first to last! Be our unchanging day! 



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Glory to God on high, 
Let praises fill the sky! 

Praise ye His name. 
Angels His name adore, 
Who all our sorrows bore, 
And saints cry evermore, 

■•Worthy the Lamb!" 

2 All they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Praising His name. 
We who have felt His blood 
Sealing our peace with God, 
Spread His dear fame abroad: 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

3 Join all ye ransomed race, 
Our Lord and God to bless; 

Praise ye His name! 
In Him we will rejoice, 
Making a cheerful noise, 
And sav with heart and voice, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

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We come Thy name to sing; 
Hither our children bring 
Tributes of praise. 

2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
The all-subduing Word, 

Healer of strife: 
Thou didst Thyself abase, 
That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race, 

And give us life. 

3 Ever be Thou our guide, 
Our Shepherd and our pride, 

Our staff and song: 
Jesus, Thou Christ of God, 
By Thy perennial word 
Lead us where Thou hast trod, 

Make our faith strong, 

4 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we Thy praises high, 

And joyful sing. 
Let all the holy throne 
Who to Thy Church belong, 
Unite and swell the song 

To Christ our King! 

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If the foe be near, 

Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us; 

For through many a foe, 

To our home we go. 

3 When we seek relief 
From a long-felt grief, 

When temptations come alluring, 
Make us patient and enduring; 
Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more. 

4 Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won; 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 

Till we safely stand 

In our Fatherland. 

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Jesus, who can be 
Once compared with Thee! 
Source of rest and consolation, 
Life and light, and full salvation; 
Son of God, with Thee 
None compared can be! 

2 Thou hast died for me, 
From all misery 

And distress me to deliver, 
And from death to save forever; 

I am by Thy blood 

Reconciled to God. 

3 Grant me steadiness, 
Lord, to run my race, 

Following Thee with love most tender, 
So that Satan may not hinder 

Me by craft or force; 

Further Thou my course. 

4 When I hence depart, 
Strengthen Thou my heart; 

Where Thou art, O Lord, convey me; 
In Thv righteousness array me, 

That at Thy right hand 

Joyful I may stand. 

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To Jesus I repair; 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

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I crv with o-lowino; love, 

May Jesus Christ be praised: 
This song of sacred joy, 
It never seems to cloy: 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

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4 When evil thoughts molest, 
With this I shield my breast, 

May Jesus Christ be praised: 
The powers of darkness fear, 
When this sweet chant they hear: 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

5 Be this, while life is mine, 
My canticle divine: 

May Jesus Christ be praised: 
Be this the eternal song, 
Through all the ages on: 

May Jesus Christ be praised. 

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could I sound the glories forth, 

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I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 

In notes almost divine. 

2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin, and wrath divine; 
I'd sing His glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 

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And all the forms of love He wears, 

Exalted on His throne; 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all His glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see His face; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend, 

Triumphant in His grace. 

Samuel Medley 1789 



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I was a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold; 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled- 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 

1 did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
The Father sought His child, 

They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
O'er deserts waste and wild: 

They found me nigh to death, 
Famished and faint, and lone* 

They bound me with the bands of love: 
They saved the wandering one. 



3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
'Twas He that loved my soul, 

'Twas He that washed me iu His blood, 
'Twas He that made me whole; 

'Twas He that sought the losv, 
That found the wandering sheep, 

'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 
'Tis He that still doth keep. 

4 I was a wandering sheep, 
I would not be controlled; 

But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 

I love, I love the fold; 
I was a wayward child,' 

I once preferred to roam; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 

I love, I love His home. 

Horatius Bonar 1644. 



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Tune every heart and tongue. The Saviour died for me! 

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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 

His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with Him compare 
Among the sons of men; 

Fairer is He than all the fail- 
That fill the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
He flew to my relief; 




For me He bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 To Him I owe my life and breath, 
And all the joys I have; 

He makes me triumph over death 
He saves me from the grave. 

5 Since from His bounty I receive 
Such proofs of love divine, 

Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all be Thine. 

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We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God, 

Fountain of life and grace; 
We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood 

Redeemed our fallen race. 

2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 
The Lamb for sinners slain; 

Who art by heaven and earth adored, 
Worthy o'er both to reign. 

3 To Thee all angels cry aloud, 
Through heaven's extended coasts: — 

Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord 
Of glory and of hosts. 

4 The cherubim and seraphim 
Incessant sing to Thee; 

The worlds and all the powers therein 
Adore Thy majesty. 

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5 The prophets' goodly fellowship, 
In radiant garments dressed, 

Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap 
The fulness of Thy rest. 

6 The apostles' glorious company 
Thy righteous praise proclaim: 

The martyred army glorify 
Thine everlasting name. 

7 Through all the world, Thy churches join 
To call on Thee their Head, 

Brightness of majesty Divine, 
Who every power hast made. 

8 Among their number, Lord, we love 
To sing Thy precious blood. 

Reign here, and in the worlds above, 
Thou Holy Lamb of God. 

John Cennick 1742 

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How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 

And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast; 

'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear name ! the Rock on which I build, 
My Shield and Hiding-place, 

My never-failing treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace ! 

4 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King; 

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
And cold my warmest thought ; 

But when I see Thee as Thou art, 



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My God, I love Thee: not because 
I hope for heaven thereby, 

Nor yet because who love Thee not 
Must die eternally. 

2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me 
Upon the cross embrace: 

For me didst bear the nails, and spear, 
And manifold disgrace; 

3 Then whv, O blessed Jesus Christ, 
Should fnot love Thee well? 

Not for the hope of winning heaven, 
Nor of escaping hell. 

4 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 
Not seeking a reward; 

But as Thyself hast loved me, 
ever-loving Lord. 

5 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, 
And in Thy praise will sing; 

Solely because Thou art my God, 
And my eternal King. 



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Fain would I sound it out so loud 

That earth and heaven should hear. 
2 All my capacious powers can wish 

In Thee doth richly meet; 
Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 

Nor friendship half so sweet. 




3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
And sheds its fragrance there; 

The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name 
With my last laboring breath; 

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, 
The conqueror of death. 

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Who, in God the Father's name, 
With compassions never ceasing, 

Comes salvation to proclaim. 
2 Hail ! ye saints ! who know His favor, 

Who within His gates are found, — 
There, on high exalt the Saviour, 

Let His courts with praise resound. 

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Thee our God in praise we own; 

Highest honors, never failing, 
Rise eternal round Thy throne. 

4 Now, ye saints ! His power confessing, 
In your grateful strains adore; 

For His mercy, never ceasing, 
Flows, and flows for evermore. 

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Behold my heart and see; 
And turn each dearest idol out, 

That dares to rival Thee. 

2 Is not Thy name melodious still 
To mine attentive ear? 

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

3 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock 
I would disdain to feed ? 

Hast Thou a foe before whose face 
I fear Thy cause to plead ? 

4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
In honor of Thy name, 

And challenge the cold hand of death, 
To damp the immortal flame ? 



5 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, 

But 0, I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 

And learn to love Thee more. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound [ 
That saved a wretch like me ! 

1 once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart t< fear, 
And grace my fears relieved; 

How precious did that grace appear 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
I have already come; 

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far 
And grace will lead me home. 

John Newton 1779 



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I've found the Pearl of greatest price, 

My heart doth sing for joy ; 
And sing I must; for Christ is mine, 

Christ shall my song employ. 

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; 
A Prophet full of light, 

My great High-Priest before the throne, 
My King of heavenly might. 

3 For He indeed is Lord of lords, 
And He the King of kings; 

He is the Sun of righteousness, 
With healing in His wings. 

4 Christ is my Peace; He died for me, 
For me He gave His blood; 

And as my wondrous Sacrifice, 
Offered Himself to God. 

5 Christ Jesus is my All in all, 
My Comfort and my Love, 

My Life below, and He shall be 
My Joy and Crown above. 

John Mason 1683 



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524 

Jesus, these eyes have never seen 

That radiant form of Thine; 
The veil of sense hangs dark between 

Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not, 
Yet art Thou oft with me; 

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
As where I meet with Thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought 
When slumbers o'er me roll, 

Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravished soul. 

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 
Must rest in faith alone, 

I love Thee, dearest Lord, — and will, 
Unseen, but not unknown. 

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal. 
And still this throbbing heart, 

The rending veil shall Thee reveal, 
All-glorious as Thou art. 

Ray Palmer 1858 

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Jesus, Thou the beauty art 
Of angel-worlds above; 

Thy name is music to the heart, 
Enchanting it with love. 

2 Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs 
Which unto Thee I send; 

To Thee my inmost spirit cries, 
My being's hope and end. 



3 Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light 
Illume the soul's abyss; 

Scatter the darkness of our night, 
And fill the world with bliss. 

4 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven, 
Our life and joy! to Thee 

Be honor, thanks, and blessing given 
Through all eternity! 

Bernard of Clairvaux 
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Jesus, the very thought of Thee 
With sweetness fills my breast; 

But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
And in Thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
Nor can the memory find 

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
Saviour of mankind! 

3 O hope of every contrite heart, 
O joy of all the meek, 

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To those who fall, how kind Thou art! 
How good to those who seek! 

4 But what to those who find? Ah, this, 
Nor tongue nor pen can show: 

The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but His loved ones know. 

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, 
As Thou our prize wilt be; 

Jesus, be Thou our glory now, 

And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux 
Tr. by Edward Caswall 1848 

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1 worship Thee, sweet Will of God, 

And all Thy ways adore; 
And every day I live, I seem 
To love Thee more and more. 

2 I love to kiss each print where Thou 
Hast set Thine unseen feet: 

I cannot fear Thee, blessed Will, 
Thine empire is so sweet. 

3 I have no cares, blessed Will, 
For all my cares are Thine; 

I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou 
Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 

4 111 that He blesses is our good, 
And unblest good is ill; 

And all is right that seems most wrong, 
If it be His sweet will. 

Frederick William Faber 1849 

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Thou Conqueror renowned, 



Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
In whom all joys are found: 

2 When once Thou visitest the heart, 
Then truth begins to shine, 

Then earthly vanities depart, 
Then kindles love divine. 

3 O Jesus, light of all below, 
Thou fount of life and fire, 

Surpassing all the joys we know. 
All that we can desire: 

4 May every heart confess Thy name, 
And ever Thee adore; 

And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
To seek Thee more and more. 

5 Thee may our tongues forever bless; 
Thee may we love alone; 

And ever in our lives express 
The image of Thine own. 

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The triumphs of His grace. 

2 My gracious Master and my God, 
Assist me to proclaim, 

To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of Thy name. 

3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 
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4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 
He sets the prisoners free; 

His blood can make the foulest clean, 
His blood availed for me. 

5 Glory to God, and praise, and love, 
Be ever, ever given; 

By saints below and saints above, 
The Church in earth and heaven. 

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The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days, 

And comfort of my nights! 
2 In darkest shades if He appear, 

My dawning is begun ; 
He is my soul's sweet morning star, 

And He my rising sun. 



3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
While Jesus shows His heart is mine, 

And whispers, I am His. 
•4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 

At that transporting word; 
Run up with joy the shining way. 

T embrace my dearest Lord. 

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Wake every heart and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of His dying love; 
Sing of His rising power; 

Sing how He intercedes above 
For those whose sins He bore, 

3 Sing till we feel our hearts 
Ascending with our tongues: 

Sing till the love of sin departs, 
And grace inspires our songs. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way, 
Ye ransomed sinners, sing; 

Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ the eternal King. 

5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, 
" Ye blessed children, come;" 

Soon will He call you hence away, 
And take His wanderers home. 

William Hammond 1745 
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To God the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King, 

Let all the saints below the skies 
Their humble praises bring. 

2 'Tis His almighty love, 
His counsel and His care, 

Preserves us safe from sin and death, 
And every hurtful snare. 

3 He will present our souls, 
Unblemished and complete, 

Before the glory of His face, 
With joys divinely great. 

4 Then all the chosen seed 
Shall meet around the throne, 

Shall bless the conduct of His grace, 
And make His wonders known. 

5 To our Redeemer God 
Wisdom and power belongs, 

Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting songs. 

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Heaven with the echo shall resound, 

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2 Grace first contrived the way 

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And all the steps that grace display. 

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To tread the heavenly road; 

And new supplies each hour I meet, 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days; 

It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

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We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 

To Thee alone we sing; 
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Our holy Lord and King ! 

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In endless adoration, 
And everlasting love: 

Then shall we praise and bless Thee, 

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My spirit turns for rest, 
My peace is in Thy favor, 

My pillow on Thy breast; 
Though all the world deceive me, 

I know that I am Thine, 
And Thou wilt never leave me, 

blessed Saviour mine. 

2 In Thee my trust abideth, 
On Thee my hope relies, 

O Thou whose love provideth 
For all beneath the skies; 

O Thou whose mercy found me, 
From bondage set me free, 

And then for ever bound me 
With threefold cords to Thee. 

3 Alas, that I should ever 
Have failed in love to Thee, 

The only one who never 
Forgot or slighted me ! 

O for that choicest blessing 
Of living in Thy love, 

And thus on earth possessing 
The peace of heaven above. 

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O Shepherd, ever kind, 
Thy very name is music 

To ear, and heart, and mind. 
It woke my wondering childhood 

To muse on things above; 
It drew my harder manhood 

With cords of mighty love. 

2 How oft to sure destruction 
My feet had gone astray, 

Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd. 

The guardian of my way ! 
How oft in darkness fallen, 

And wounded sore by sin, 
Thy hand has gently raised me, 

And healing balm poured in. 

3 O Shepherd good, I follow 
Wherever Thou wilt lead; 

No matter where the pastures, 
With Thee at hand, to feed. 

Thy voice, in life so mighty, 
In death shall make me bold: 

O bring my ransoired spirit 
To Thine eternal fold. 

Lawrence Tuttiett 1868 



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For the beauty of the skies, 

For the love which from our birth 
Over and around us lies: 

Christ our God, to Thee we raise 

This, our sacrifice of praise. 

2 For the beauty of each hour 
Of the day and of the night, 

Hill and vale, and tree and flower, 

Sun and moon and stars of light; 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

3 For the joy of human love, 
Brother, sister, parent, child, 

Friends on earth, and friends above; 
For all gentle thoughts and mild: 
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise 
This, our sacrifice of praise. 

4 For each perfect gift -tf Thine 
To our race so freely given, 

Graces, human and divine, 

Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven 
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538 

Blessed Saviour, Thee I love, 
All my other joys above; 
All my hopes in Thee abide, 
Thou my hope, and naught beside; 
Ever let my glory be, 
Only, only, only Thee. 

2 Once again beside the cross, 
All my gain I count but loss; 
Earthly pleasures fade away; 
Clouds they are that hide my day: 
Hence, vain shadows, let me see 
Jesus, crucified for me. 

3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I, 
Thine to live, and Thine to die; 
Height or depth, or earthly power, 
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more: 
Ever shall my glory be, 
Only, only, only Thee. 

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Jesus, best and dearest, 
Jesus, fount of perfect love, 

Holiest, tenderest, nearest; 
Jesus, source of grace completest, 
Jesus purest, Jesus sweetest, 

Jesus, well of power divine, 

Make me, keep me, seal me Thine. 
- 2 Jesus, open me the gate 

Which the sinner entered, 
Who, in his last dying state, 

Wholly on Thee ventured; 
Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, 
And Thy passion interceding, 

From my misery let me rise 

To a home in Paradise. 



3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, 
Scourged for my transgression, 

Witnessing, through agony, 

That Thy good confession; 
Jesus, clad in purple raiment, 
For my evil making payment; 

Let not all Thy woe and pain, 

Let not Calvary, be in vain. 

4 When I cross death's bitter sea, 
And its waves roll higher, 

Help the more forsaking me 

As the storm draws nigher; 
Jesus, leave me not to languish, 
Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish; 
Tell me, " Verily, I say, 
"Thou shalt be with Me to-day." 

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Chosen not for good in me, 
Wakened up from wrath to flee, 
Hidden in the Saviour's side, 
By the Spirit sanctified, 
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 
By my love, how much I owe. 
2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud; 
But, when fear is at the height, 



Jesus comes, and all is light: 
Blessed Jesus, bid me show 
Doubting saints how much I owe. 
3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign, 
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; 
But a night Thine anger burns, 
Morning comes, and joy returns: 
God of comforts, bid me show 
To Thy poor how much I owe. 

Robert Murray McCheyne 1837 



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3 For the love of God is broader 

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Is most wonderfully kind. 
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Hail, my ever blessed Jesus! 

Only Thee I wish to sing; 
To my soul Thy name is precious, 

Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. 
what mercy flows from heaven, 

O what joy and happiness ! 
Love I much, I've much forgiven; 

I'm a miracle of grace. 

2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, 
Unconcerned in sin I lay, 

Swift destruction still pursuing, 
Till my Saviour passed that way, 

Witness, all ye host of heaven, 
My Redeemer's tenderness. 

Love I much, I've much forgiven; 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

3 Shout, ye bright, angelic choir, 
Praise the Lamb enthroned above, 

While, astonished, I admire 

God's free grace and boundless love. 

That blest moment I received Him 
Filled my soul with joy and peace. 

Love I much, I've much forgiven; 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

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543 

Friend of sinners! Lord of glory! 

Lowly, Mighty! — Brother, King! — ■ 
Musing o'er Thy wondrous story, 

Grateful we Thy praises sing: 
Friend to help us, cheer us, save us, 

In whom power and pity blend — 
Praise we must the grace which gave us 

Jesus Christ, the sinners' Friend. 

2 Friend who never fails nor grieves us, 
Faithful, tender, constant, kind! — 

Friend who at all times receives us, 
Friend who came the lost to find!— 

Sorrow soothing, joys enhancing, 
Loving until life shall end — 

Then conferring bliss entrancing, 
Still, in heaven, the sinners' Friend! 

3 to love and serve Thee better! 
From all evil set us free; 

Break, Lord, every sinful fetter; 

Be each thought conformed to Thee: 
Iiooking for Thy bright appearing, 

May our spirits upward tend; 
Till no longer doubting, fearing, 

We behold the sinners' Friend! 

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Saviour, blessed Saviour, 

Listen while we sing; 
Hearts and voices raising 

Praises to our King. 
All we have we offer, 

All we hope to be, 
Body, soul, and spirit, 

All we yield to Thee. 
2 Nearer, ever nearer, 

Christ, we draw to Thee, 
Deep in adoration 

Bending low the knee: 
Thou for our redemption 

Cam'st on earth to die: 
Thou, that we might follow, 

Hast gone up on high. 

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Are Thy mercies here, 

True and everlasting 

Are the glories there j 
Where no pain, or sorrow, 

Toil, or care, is known, 
Where the angel legions 

Circle round Thy throne. 

4 Brighter still, and brighter, 
Glows the western sun, 

Shedding all its gladness 
O'er our work that's done; 

Time will soon be over, 
Toil and sorrow past, 

May we, blessed Saviour, 
Find a rest at last. 

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Those heroes bold in faith, 
Could smile on poverty and pain, 

And triumph e'en in death. 
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Wherein they fearless stood, 
When, in the power of cruel men, 

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4 Lord! if Thine arm support us still 
With its eternal' strength, 

We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, 
And conquerors prove at length. 

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Clearer still, and clearer, 

Dawns the light from heaven, 
In our sadness bringing 

News of sins forgiven; 
Life has lost its shadows, 

Pure the light within; 
Thou hast shed Thy radiance 

On a world of sin. 
2 Onward, ever onward, 

Journeying o'er the road 
Worn by saints before us, 

Journeying on to God! 

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Till the prize is won. 
3 Bliss, all bliss excelling, 

When the ransomed soul, 
Earthly toils forgetting, 

Finds its promised goal; 
Where in joys unheard of 

Saints with angels sing, 
Never weary raising 

Praises to their King. 

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O happy band of pilgrims, 

547 

O happy band of pilgrims, 
If onward ye will tread 

With Jesus as your Fellow 
To Jesus as your Head! 

2 happy if ye labor 
As Jesus did for men: 

O happy if ye hunger 
As Jesus hungered then! 

3 The cross that Jesus carried 
He carried as your due: 

The crown that Jesus weareth. 
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The sorrows ye endure, 

The manifold temptations 
That death alone can cure, 

5 What are they but His jewels 
Of right celestial worth? 

What are they but the ladder 
Set up to heaven on earth ? 

6 O happy band of pilgrims, 
Look upward to the skies, 

Where such a light affliction 
Shall win so great a prize, 

Joseph of the Studium ab. 820. 
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Wake the morn with gladness: 
God Himself, to joy and praise, 

Turns the martyrs' sadness: 
This the day that won their crown, 

Opened heaven's bright portal, 
As they laid the mortal down, 

And put on the immortal. 
2 Never flinched they from the flame, 

From the torture, never; 
Yain the foeman's sharpest aim, 

Satan's best endeavor: 



For by faith they saw the land 

Decked in all its glory, 
Where triumphant now they stand 

With the victor's story. 
3 Faith they had that knew not shame, 

Love that could not languish, 
And eternal hope o'ercame 

That one moment's anguish. 
Up and follow, Christian men ! 

Press through toil and sorrow ! 
Spurn the night of fear, and then 

O the glorious morrow! 

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Fear not, O little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow, 

Dread not his rage and power: 
What tho' your courage sometimes faints 
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints 

Lasts but a little hour. 
2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs 
To Him who can avenge your wrongs; 

Leave it to Him, our Lord. 
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
Salvation shall for you arise: 

He girdeth on His sword ! 



3 As true as God's own word is true, 
Not earth nor hell with all their crew 

Against us shall prevail. 
A jest and by-word are they grown: 
God is with us; we are His own; 

Our victory cannot fail. 

4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ! 
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare; 

Fight for us once again ! 
So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise 
A mighty chorus to Thy praise, 

World without end, Amen. 

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Gird on Thy conquering sword, 

Ascend Thy shining car; 
And march, almighty Lord, 

To wage Thy holy war: 
Before His wheels in glad surprise, 
Ye valleys rise, and sink, ye hills. 
2 Fair truth, and smiling love, 

And injured righteousness, 
Under Thy banners move, 

And seek from Thee redress: 
Thou in their cause shalt prosperous ride, 
And far and wide dispense Thy laws. 



3 Before Thine awful face 
Millions of foes shall fall, 

The captives of Thy grace,. — 

The grace that conquers all: ■ 
The world shall know, Great King of kings, 
What wondrous things Thine arm can do. 

4 Here to my waiting soul J 
Bend Thy triumphant way; 

Here every fear control, 

And all Thy power display: 
My heart, Thy throne, blest Jesus, see, 
Bows low to Thee, — to Thee alone. 

Philip Doddridge 1755 



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Oft in danger, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians, onward go: 
Fight the fight, maintain the strife 
Strengthened with the bread of life. 

2 Let your drooping hearts be glad: 
March in heavenly armor clad: 
Fight, nor think the battle long, 
Victory soon shall tune your song. 

3 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry; 
Let not fears your course impede, 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

4 Onward then in battle move, 
More than conquerors ye shall prove ; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go. 

l 2 Henry Kirke White 1804 
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552 

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Leading to thy blest abode, 
Darksome be, and dangerous too; 
Christ thy guide will bring thee through. 



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2 Faint not Christian, though in rage 
Satan would thy soul engage; 

Gird on faith's anointed shield, 
Bear it to the battle field. 

3 Faint not, Christian, though the world 
Has its hostile flag unfurled; 

Hold the cross of Jesus fast, 
Thou shalt overcome at last. 

4 Faint not, Christian, though within 
There's a heart so prone to sin; 
Christ, the Lord, is over all, 

He'll not suffer thee to fall. 

5 Faint not, Christian, Jesus near 
Soon in glory will appear; 

And His love will then bestow 
Power to conquer every foe. 



6 Faint not, Christian, look on high; 
See the harpers in the sky: 
Patient, wait, and thou wilt join 
Chant with them of love divine, 

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I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Or to defend His cause, 
Maintain the honor of His word, 

The glory of His cross. 

2 Jesus, my God! I know His name, 
His name i> all my trust; 

Nor will He pnt my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 



3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, 
And He can well secure 

What I've committed to His hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will He own my worthless name 
Before His Father's face, 

And in the New Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

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With the cross of the Lord before us, 
With His loving eye looking down from the 

sky, 
And His holy arm spread o'er us. 

2 We come in the might of the Lord of light, 
A joyful host to meet Him; 

And we put to flight the armies of night, 
That the sons of the day may greet Him. 
We march, we march, etc. 

3 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high, 
Our helmet is His salvation, 

Our banner the cross of Calvary, 



Our watchword, the Incarnation. 
We march, we inarch, etc. 

4 And the choir of angels with song awaits 
Our march to the golden Sion; 

For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, 
And burst the bars of iron. 
We march, we march, etc. 

5 Then onward we march, our arms to prove. 
With the banner of Christ before us, 

With His eye of love looking down from 
above, 
And His holy arm spread o'er us. 
We march, we march, etc. 

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555 

Go, labor on; spend and be spent, 

Thy joy to do the Father's will: 
It is the way the Master went; 

Should not the servant tread it still ? 
2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; 

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain: 
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; 

The Master praises, — what are men ? 

MENDON L M. 



3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, 
If He shall praise thee, if He deign 

Thy willing heart to mark and cheer: 
No toil for Him shall be in vain. 

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; 
For toil comes rest, for exile home; 

Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, 
The midnight peal: "Behold, I come!" 

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Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 
And gird the gospel armor on ; 

March to the gates of endless joy, 
Where Jesus our great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 
But hell and sin are vanquished foes; 

Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
And sung the triumph when He rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
Press forward to the heavenly gate; 

There peace and joy eternal reign, 

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
And triumph in almighty grace; 

While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 

Isaac Watts 1 70: 



557 

Fight the good fight with all thy might, 
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; 
Lay hold on life, and it shall be 
Thy joy and crown eternally. 

2 Run the straight race through God's good 
Lift up thine eyes,and seek His face ; [grace, 
Life with its way before us lies, 

Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 

3 Cast care aside, upon thy Guide 
Lean, and His mercy will provide; 
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove 
Christ is its life, and Christ its love. 

4 Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near, 
He changeth not, and thou art dear: 
Only believe, and thou shalt see 

That Christ is all in all to thee. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863 



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Awake, our souls, away our fears, 
Let every trembling thought be gone; 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
And mortal spirits tire and faint; 
But they forget the mighty God 
Who feeds the strength of every saint. 

3 The mighty God! whose matchless power 
Is ever new and ever young, 

HARMONY GROVE L M. 



And firm endures while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run. 

4 From Thee, the overflowing spring, 
Oar souls shall drink a fresh supply; 
While such as trust their native strength 
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air 
We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
Nor tire amid the heavenly road. 

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Jesus, and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of Thee? 
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star: 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, 
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 



4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend! 
No, when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere His name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
Xo tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fear to quell, no soul to save, 

6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain; 
And 0, may this my glory be, 
That Christ is not ashamed of me. 

Joseph Grigg 
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Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass! 

Ye bars of iron, yield! 
And let the King of Glory pass; 

The cross is in the field! 
2 That banner, brighter than the star 

That leads the train of night, 
Shines on the march, and guides from far 

His servants to the fight. 



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In Jesus' name be strong! 

To Him shall every creature bow, 
And sing the triumph-song: 

4 Uplifted are the gates of brass, 
The bars of iron yield; 

Behold the King of Glory pass! 
The cross hath won the field! 

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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on: 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 

And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 
Hold thee in full survey: 

Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
That calls thee from on high; 



'Tis His own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye: 

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, 
Which shall new lustre boast, 

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
Shall blend in common dust. 

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, 
Have I my race begun; 

And crowned with victory, at Thy feet 
I'll lay my honors down. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 



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The Son of God goes forth to war, 

A kingly crown to gain; 
His blood-red banner streams afar: 

Who follows in His train ? 

2 Who best can drink His cup of woe, 
Triumphant over pain, 

Who patient bears His cross below, 
He follows in His train. 

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
Could pierce beyond the grave, 

Who saw his Master in the sky, 
And called on Him to save: 

4 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, 
In midst of mortal pain, 

He prayed for them that did the wrong: 
Who follows in His train ? 

5 A glorious band, the chosen few 
On whom the Spirit came, 

Twelve valiant saints,their hope they knew, 
And mocked the cross and flame; 

6 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven 
Througn peril, toil, and pain: 

God, to us may grace be given 
To follow in their train. 

Reginald Heber 1827 



563 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb? 
And shall I fear to own His cause, 

Or blush to speak His name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 
On flowery beds of ease, 

While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
Must I not stem the flood ? 

Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 
Increase my courage, Lord; 

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by Thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war s 
Shall conquer though they die; 

They view the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
And all Thine armies shine 

In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be Thine. 

Isaac Watts 



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Give to the winds thy fears; 

Hope, and be undismayed: 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; 

God shall lift up thy head. 

2 Through waves and clouds and storms, 
He gently clears thy way: 

Wait thou His time, so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

3 What though thou rulest not, 
Yet heaven and earth and hell 

Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
And ruleth all things well. 



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4 Far, far above thy thought 
His counsel shall appear, 

When fully He the work hath wrought 
That caused thy needless fear. 

5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, 
Our hearts are known to Thee; 

lift Thou up the sinking hand, 
Confirm the feeble knee. 

6 Let us, in life, in death, 
Thy steadfast truth declare, 

And publish with our latest breath 
Thy love and guardian care. 

Paul Gerhardt 1656 
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Soldiers of Christ, arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies, 

Through His eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
And in His mighty power, 

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand, then, in His great might, 
With all His strength endued, 

And take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God; 

4 That, having all things done, 
And all your conflicts past, 

Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
And stand entire at last. 

Charles Wesley 1749 



566 

A charge to keep I have, 

A God to glorify, 
A never-dying soul to save, 

And fit it for the sky; 

2 To serve the present age, 
My calling to fulfil: 

may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 
As in Thy sight to live, 

And Thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray, 
And on Thyself rely, 

Assured, if I my trust betray, 
I shall for ever die. 

Charles Wesley 1762 



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Rejoice, ye pure in heart! 

Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 
Your glorious banner wave on high, 

The cross of Christ your King! 

2 Still lift your standard high! 

Still march in firm array! 
As warriors, through the darkness toil, 

Till dawns the golden day! 

LABAN S. M. 

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3 At last the march shall end; 
The wearied ones shall rest; 

The pilgrims find their Father's house, 
Jerusalem the blest. 

4 Then on, ye pure in heart! 
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 

Your glorious banner wave on high, 
The cross of Christ your King! 

Edward Hayes Plumtre 1865 
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My soul, be on thy guard; 

Ten thousand foes arise; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 

To draw thee from the skies. 

2 watch, and fight, and pray; 
The battle ne'er give o'er; 

Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
Nor lay thine armor down; 

Thy arduous work will not be done, 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God; 

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To His divine abode. 

George Heath 1781 



569 

My soul, weigh not thy life 
Against thy heavenly crown; 

Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife 
To beat thy courage down. 

2 With prayer and crying strong, 
Hold on the fearful fight, 

And let the breaking day prolong 
The wrestling of the night. 

3 The battle soon will yield, 
If thou thy part fulfil; 

For strong as is the hostile shield, 
Thy sword is stronger still. 

4 Thine armor is divine, 
Thy feet with victory shod; 

And on thy head shall quickly shine 
The diadem of God. 

Leonard Swain 1858 



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570 

Go forward, Christian soldier, 

Beneath His banner true: 
The Lord Himself, thy leader, 

Shall all thy foes subdue. 
His love foretells thy trials. 

He knows thine hourly need; 
He can, with bread of heaven, 

Thy fainting spirit feed. 
2 Go forward, Christian soldier, 

Fear not the secret foe; 
Far more are o'er thee watching 

Than human eyes can know. 
Trust only Christ, thy captain, 

Cease not to watch and pray; 
Heed not the treacherous voices 

That lure thy soul astray. 

MAITLAND C. M. 




3 Go forward, Christian soldier, 
Nor dream of peaceful restj 

Till Satan's host is vanquished. 
And heaven is all possessed; 

Till Christ Himself shall call Thee 
To lay thine armor by, 

And wear, in endless glory, 
The crown of victory. 

4 Go forward. Christian soldier, 
Fear not the gathering night; 

The Lord has been thv shelter, 
The Lord will be thy light; 

"When morn His face revealeth, 
Thy dangers all are past; 

pray that faith and virtue 
May keep thee to the last. 



Lawrence Tuttiett 1866 



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Must Jesus bear the cross aloue, 

And all the world go free? 
No, there's a cross for every one, 

And there's a cross for me. 
2 How happy are the Bftints above, 

Who once went sorrowing here ! 
But now they taste unmingled love, 

And joy without a tear. 



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Till death shall set me free; 

And then go home mv crown to wear, 
For there's a crown for me. 

4 precious cross ! glorious crown ! 
O resurrection day ! 

Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
And bear my soul away. 

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Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 

Ye soldiers of the cross; 
Lift high His royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss: 
From victory unto victory 

His army shall He lead, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 

And Christ is Lord indeed. 

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 

The trumpet call obey; 
Forth to the mighty conflict, 

In this His glorious day: 
"Ye that are men, now serve Him" 

Against unnumbered foes; 
Let courage rise with danger, 

And strength to strength oppose. 



3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
Stand in His strength alone; 

The arm of flesh will fail you, 
Ye dare not trust your own: 

Put on the gospel armor, 

Each piece put on with prayer; 

Where duty calls, or danger, 
Be never wanting there. 

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 
The strife will not be long; 

This day the noise of battle, 
The next the victor's song: 

To him that overcometh, 
A crown of life shall be; 

He with the King of Glory 
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He that goeth forth with weeping, 

Bearing precious seed in love, 
Never tiring, never sleeping, 

Findeth. mercy from above: 
Soft descend the dews of heaven, 

Bright the rays celestial shine; 
Precious fruits will thus be given, 

Through an influence all divine. 



2 Sow thy seed, be never weary, 

Let no fears thy soul annoy; 
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, 

Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 
Lo, the scene of verdure brightening, 

See the rising grain appear; 
Look again: the fields are whitening, 

For the harvest time is near. 

Thomas Hastings 1836 



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While the sun is shining 

Brightly in the sky, 
Ere his rays declining 

Tell that night is nigh; 
Ere the shadows falling, 
Lengthen on our way, 
Hark! a voice is calling, 
11 Work while it is day." 
Cho. — Watch against temptation, 

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3 Happy then the meeting, 

When you see His face; 
Welcome then the greeting 

From the throne of grace — 
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Onward, Christian soldiers, 

Marching as to war, 
With the cross of Jesus 

Going on before. 
Christ, the royal Master, 

Leads against the foe; 
Forward into battle, 

See, His banners go. — Cho. 
2 Like a mighty army 

Moves the Church of God, 
Brothers, we are treading 

Where the saints have trod; 
We are not divided, 

All one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, 

One in charity. — Cho. 



3 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
Kingdoms rise and wane, 

But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain; 
Gates of hell can never 

'Gainst that Church prevail; 
We have Christ's own promise, 

And that cannot fail. — Cho. 

4 Onward, then, ye people, 
Join our happy throng, 

Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song ; 
Glory, laud, and honor 

Unto Christ the King; 
This through countless ages, 

Men and angels sing. — Cho. 

Sabine Baring-Gould 1865 



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Onward and onward still be thine endeavor; 
The rest that remaineth, endureth forever. 
4 2 Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er thee; 
Run the race, Christian,heaven is before thee; 



3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth; 
Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth; 
Nothing thy soul from the Saviour shall sever; 
Soon shall thou mount upward to praise Him 
forever. 

Joseph Stammers 1830 



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Forward ! be our watchword, 

Step and voice? joined, 
Seek the things before us, 

Not a look behind; 
Burns the fiery pillar 

At our army's head; 
Who shall dream of shrinking, 
By our Captain led? 

Forward through the desert, 
Through the toil and fight, 
Jordan flows before us, 
Zion beams with light. 

2 Forward when in childhood 

Buds the infant mind: 
All through youth and manhood, 

Xot a thought behind: 
Speed through realms of nature, 

Climb the steps of grace; 
Faint not, till in glory 
Gleams our Father's face. 
Forward, all the life-time 

Climb from height to height: 
Till the head be hoary, 
Till the eve be light ! 



3 Forward, flock of Jesus, 
Salt of all the earth, 

Till each yearning purpose 
Spring to glorious birth; 
Sick, they ask for healing, 

Blind, they grope for day; 
Pour upon the nations 
Wisdom's loving ray. 
Forward, out of error, 

Leave behind the night; 
Forward through the darkness, 
Forward into light. 

4 Glories upon glories, 
Hath our God prepared, 

By the souls that love Him 

One day to be shared; 
Eye hath not beheld them, 

Ear hath never heard; 
Nor of these hath uttered 
Thought or speech or word. 
Forward, marching eastward 

Where the heaven is bright, 
Till the veil be lifted, 
Till our faith be sight ! 

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Far o'er yon horizon 

Rise the city towers; . 
Where our God abideth; 
That fair home is ours: 
Flash the streets with jasper, 
Shine the gates with gold; 
Flows the gladdening river, 
Shedding joys untold. 
Thither, onward thither, 
In the Spirit's might; 
Pilgrims to your country, 
Forward into light. 

2 Into God's high temple 

Onward as we press, 
Beauty spreads around us, 

Born of holiness; 
Arch, and vault, and carving, 

Lights of varied tone, 
Softened words and holy, 
Prayer and praise alone: 
Every thought upraising 

To our city bright, 
Where the tribes assemble 
Round the throne of light 



3 Naught that city needeth 
Of these aisles of stone: 

Where the Godhead dwelleth, 

Temple there is none; 
All the saints, that ever 

In these courts have stood, 
Are but babes, and feeding 
On the children's food. 

On through sign and token, 

Stars amid the night, 
Forward through the darkness, 
Forward into light. 

4 To the eternal Father 
Loudest anthems raise; 

To the Son and Spirit 

Echo songs of praise : 
To the Lord of glory, 

Blessed Three in One, 
Be by men and angels 
Endless honors done; 
Weak are earthly praises; 
Dull the songs of night; 
Forward into triumph, 
Forward into light ! 

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Jesus, Thou hast bought us, 
Not with gold or gem, 

But with Thine own life-blood, 

For Thv diadem. 
With Thy blessing filling 

Each who comes to Thee, 
Thou hast made us willing, 
Thou hast made us free. 
Br Thv grand redemption, 

By Thy grace dirine, 
We are on the Lord's side: 
Saviour, we are Thine! 

2 Not for weight of glory, 
Xot for crown and palm, 

Enter we the army, 

Raise the warrior psalm; 

But for love that claimeth 
Lives for whom He died, 

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He whom Jesus nameth 
Must be on His side. 

By Thy love constraining, 

By Thy grace divine, 

"We are on the Lord's side; 

Saviour, we are Thine! 

3 Fierce may be the conflict, 

Strong may be the foe, 
But the King's own army 

Xone can overthrow. 
Round His standard ranging 

Victory is secure; 
For His truth unchanging 
Makes the triumph sure. 
Joyfully enlisting, 

By Thy grace divine, 

We are on the Lord's side; 

Saviour, we are Thine! 

Frances Ridley Havergal 1877 



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Brightly gleams our banner 

Pointing to the sky, 
Waving wanderers onward 

To their home on high. 
Journeying o'er the desert, 

Gladly thus we pray, 
And with hearts united 

Take our heavenward way. — Cho. 

2 All our days direct us 

In the way we go, 
Lead us on victorious 

Over every foe: 



Bid Thine angels shield us 

When the storm-clouds lower, * 

Pardon, Lord, and save us 
In the last dread hour. — Cho. 

3 Then with saints and angels 

May we join above, 
Offering prayers and praises 

At Thy throne of love; 
When the toil is over, 

Then come rest and peace, 
Jesus in His beauty, 

Songs that never cease. — Cho. 

Thomas Joseph Potter 1862 



581 p.m. 

Work, for the night is coming, 

Work through the morning hours; 
Work while the dew is sparkling, 

Work 'mid the springing flowers; 
Work when the day grows brighter, 

Work in the glowing sun; 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man's work is done. 

2 Work, for the night is coming, 
Work through the sunny noon; 

Fill brightest hours with labor, 
Rest comes sure and soon: 



Give every flying minute 

Something to keep in store: 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man works no more. 

3 Work, for the night is coming, 

Under the sunset skies; 
While their bright tints are glowing, 

Work, for daylight flies: 
Work till the last beam fadeth, 

Fadeth to shine no more: 
Work while the night is darkening, 

When man's work is o'er. 

Anna L. Walker i56c 



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582 

Forth to the fight, ye ransomed, 
Mighty in God's own might, 

Stemming the tide of battle, 

Routing the hosts of night. — Cho. 

2 Arm ye against the battle, 
Watch ye, and fast, and pray, 



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Peace shall succeed the warfare, 

Night shall be changed to-day. — Cho 

3 Fight, for the Lord is o'er you, 
Fight, for He bids you fight; 

There where the fray is thickest 

Close with the hosts of night, — Cho. 

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O Thou best gift of heaven, 
Thou who Thyself hast given, 

For Thou hast died I 
This Thou hast done for me: 
What have I done for Thee, 

Thou Crucified? 
2 I long to serve Thee more; 
Reveal an open door, 

Saviour, to me: 

BACON P.M. 




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I'll glory in Thy cross, 

And follow Thee. 
3 Do Thou but point the way, 
And give me strength to obey,* 

Thy will be mine: 
Then can I think it joy 
To suffer or to die, 

Since I am Thine. 

Nicholls 1837 
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Love divine, all love excelling, 

Joy ot heaven, to earth come down; 
Fix in us Thy "humble dwelling, 

All Thy faithful mercies crown: 
Jesus, Thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art: 
Yisit us with Thy salvation, 

Enter every trembling heart. 
2 Breathe, breathe, Thy loviug Spirit 

Into every troubled breast: 
Let us all in Thee inherit, 

Let us find Thy promised rest : 

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Take away our love of sinning, 

Alpha and Omega be, 
End of faith, as its beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 
3 Come, Almighty to deliver, 

Let us all Thy life receive; 
Suddenly return, and never, 

Never more Thy temples leave, 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, 
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, 

Glory in Thy perfect love. 

Charles Wesley 1747 
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Purer yet and purer, 

I would be iu mind, 
Dearer yet and dearer 

Every duty find; 
Hopiug still and trusting 

God without a fear, 
Patiently believing 

He will make all clear. 

2 Calmer yet and calmer, 

Trial bear and pain, 
Surer yet and surer 

Peace at last to gain; 
Suffering still and doing, 

To His will resigned, 
And to God subduing 

Heart and will and mind. 



BARKWORTH 



3 Higher yet and higher 
Out of clouds and night, 

Nearer yet and nearer 

Rising to the light; 
Light serene and holy, 

Where my soul may rest, 
Purified and lowly, 

Sanctified and blest ; 

4 Quicker yet and quicker 
Ever onward press, 

Firmer yet and firmer 

Step as I progress: 
Oft these earnest longings 

Swell within my breast, 
Yet their inner meaning 

Ne'er can be expressed. 

Tr. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1858 
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586 

OLote that casts out fear, 
O Love that casts out sin, 

Tarry no more without, 
But come and dwell within, 

2 True Sunlight of the soul, 
Surround me as I go; 

So shall my way be safe, 
My feet no straying know. 



3 Great Love of God, come in, 
Wellspring of heavenly peace; 

Thou Living Water, come, 
Spring up, and never cease. 

4 Love of the Living God, 
Of Father, and of Son, 

Love of the Holy Ghost, 
Fill Thou each needy one. 

Horatius Bonar 



ASPIRATION 



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O One with God the Father 

In majesty and might, 
The brightness of His glory, 

Eternal Light of light; 
O'er this our home of darkness 

Thy rays are streaming now; 
The shadows flee before Thee, 

The world's true Light art Thou. 

2 Yet, Lord, we see but darkly: 
heavenly light, arise, 

Dispel these mists that shroud us, 
And hide Thee from our eyes! 

We long to track the footprints 
That Thou Thyself hast trod; 

We long to see the pathway 
That leads to Thee our God. 

3 O Jesus, shine around us 
With radiance of Thy grace; 

O Jesus, turn upon us 

The brightness of Thy face. 
We need no star to guide us, 

As on our wav we press, 
If Thou Thy light vouchsafest, 

Sun of righteousness. 

William Walsham How 1871 



588 

Lord Jesus, by Thy passion, 

To Thee I make my prayer; 
Thou who in mercy smitest, 

Have mercy, Lord, and spare: 
wash me in the fountain 

That floweth from Thy side; 
clothe me iu the raiment 

Thy blood hath purified. 

2 hold Thou up my goings, 

And lead from strength to strength, 
That unto Thee in Zion 

I may appear at length. 
O make my spirit worthy 

To join the ransomed throng; 

teach my lips to utter 
That everlasting song. 

3 O give that last, best blessing 
That even saints can know 

To follow in Thy footsteps 

Wherever Thou dost go. 
Not wisdom, might, or glory, 

I ask to win above; 

1 ask for Thee, Thee only, 
O Thou eternal love! 

lohann Heermann 1690 



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Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee : 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

2 Though like the wanderer, 
The sun gone down, 

Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone ; 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

3 There let the way appear 
Steps unto heaven ; 

All that Thou sendest me, 
In mercy given ; 

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Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee. 

4 Then with my waking thoughts 
Bright with Thy praise, 

Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

5 Or if on joyful wing 
Cleaving the sky, 

Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee. 

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Thy love to me, Christ, 

Thy love to me, 
Xot mine to Thee, I plead, 

Not mine to Thee ! 
This is my comfort strong, 
This is my only song, 
Thy love to me. 

2 Thy record I believe, 
Thy word to me. 

Thy love I now receive, 
Full, changeless, free. 
Love from the sinless Son, 
Love to the sinful one, 
Thy love to me. 

3 Immortal love of Thine, 
Thy sacrifice, 

Infinite need of mine 

Only supplies. 
Streams of divinest power, 
Flow to me, hour by horn', 
Thy love to me. 

4 Let me more clearly trace, 
Thy love to me, 

See in the Father's face, 

His love to Thee. 
Know as He loves the Son, 
So dost Thou love Thine own. 
Thy love to me. 



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591 

More love to Thee, O Christ, 

More love to Thee ! 
Hear Thou the prayer I make, 

On bended knee; 
This is my earnest plea, 
More love, O Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee. 

2 Once earthly joy I craved, 
Sought peace and rest; 

Now Thee alone I seek, 

Give what is best: 
This all my prayer shall be, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

3 Let sorrow do its work, 
Send grief and pain; 

Sweet are Thy messengers, 

Sweet their refrain, 
When they can sing with me, 
More love, O Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

4 Then shall my latest breath 
Whisper Thy praise; 

This be the parting cry 

My heart shall raise, 
This still its prayer shall be, 
More love, Christ, to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

Elizabeth Payson Prentiss 



1856 



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Behold the King of glory waits; 
The King of kings is drawing near, 
The Saviour of the world is here. 

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Make it a temple set apart 
From earthly use for heaven's employ, 
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My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! 
Let me Thy inner presence feel, 
Thy grace and love in me reveal. 

4 So come, my Sovereign, enter in; 
Let new and nobler life begin : 
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
Until the glorious crown is won. 

Georee Weissel i6^o 
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Teach me, my God and King, 
In all things Thee to see, 

Aud what I do in anything, 
To do it as for Thee; 

2 To scorn the senses' sway, 
While still to Thee I tend; 

In all I do be Thou the way, 
In all lie Thou the end. 

3 All may of Thee partake; 
Nothing so small can be 

But draws, when acted for Thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from Thee. 

4 If done to obey Thy laws, 
E'en servile labors shine; 



Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, 
The meanest work, divine. 

George Herbert 1 

594 

Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God; 

The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is Christ's abode. 

2 Still to the lowly soul 
He doth Himself impart; 

And for His cradle and His throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 

3 Lord, we Thy presence seek, 
May ours this blessing be; 

O give the pure and lowly heart, 
A temple meet for Thee. 

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Abide in me, O Lord, and I in Thee, 

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The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. 

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All heaven's own sweetness seems around 
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4 Abide in me: there have been moments blest, 
When I have heard Thy voice and felt 
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Each half-formed purpose and dark thought Then evil lost its grasp; and passion,hushed, 



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Quench ere it rise each selfish, low desire, 
And keep my soul as Thine, calm and divine. 
3 As some rare perfume in a vase of clay, 

Pervades it with a fragrance not its own, 

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5 These were but seasons beautiful and rare ; 

Abide in me, and they shall ever be; 
Fulfil at once Thy precept and my prayer, 

Come, and abide in me, and I in Thee. 

Harriet Beecher Stowe 1855 



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Dear Lord and Master mine, 

Thy happy servant see: 
My conqueror, with what joy divine 

Thy captive clings to Thee. 

2 I would not walk alone, 
But still with Thee, my God; 

At every step my blindness own 
And ask of Thee the road. 

3 The weakness I enjoy 

That casts me on Thy breast; 



The conflicts that Thy strength employ 
Make me divinely blest. 

4 Dear Lord and Master mine, 
Still keep Thy servant true; 

My guardian and my guide divine, 
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. 

5 My conqueror and my King, 
Still keep me in Thy train ; 

And with Thee Thy glad captive bring, 
When Thou return'st to reign. 

Thomas Hornhlower Gill 1859 



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for a closer walk with God, 
A calm and heavenly frame, 

A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Return, Holy Dove, return, 
Sweet messenger of rest ! 

1 hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 
And drove Thee from my breast. 

3 The dearest idol I have known, 
Whate'er that idol be, 

Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 
And worship only Thee. 

4 So shall my walk be close with God, 
Calm and serene my frame; 

So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

William Cowper 1772 

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O for a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free; 
A heart that always feels Thy blood 

So freely spilt for me ! 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
My dear Redeemer's throne; 

Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 A heart in every thought renewed, 
And full of love divine; 

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy, Lord, of Thine. 

4 Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart; 
Come quickly from above; 

Write Thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of love. 

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As pants the hart for cooling streams 

When heated in the chase; 
So pants my soul, O Lord, for Thee, 

And Thy refreshing grace. 
2 For Thee, the Lord, the living Lord, 

My thirsty soul doth pine: 
O when shall I behold Thy face, 

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When Thou, Lord, wert nigh; 

When every heart was tuned to praise, 
And none so blest as I. 

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
Trust God, and thou shalt sing 

His praise again, and find Him still 
Thv health's eternal spring. 

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Father, I know that all rny life 
Is portioned out for me; 

The changes that will surely come 
I do not fear to see: 

1 ask Thee for a present mind, 
Intent on pleasing Thee. 

2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 
Through constant watching wise, 

To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
And wipe the weeping eyes; 

A heart at leisure from itself, 
To soothe and sympathize. 

3 I would not have the restless will 
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4 I ask Thee for the daily strength, 
To none that ask denied, 

A mind to blend with outward life, 
While keeping at Thy side; 

Content to fill a little space, 
If Thou be glorified. 

5 And if some things I do not ask 
Among my blessings be, 

I'd have my spirit filled the more 
With grateful love to Thee; 

More careful, not to serve Thee much, 
But please Thee perfectly. 

Anna Laetitia Waring 
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Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, 

Christ, the Spring of all my joy, 
Still in Thee let me be found, 

Still for Thee my powers employ. 
2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 

Freely from Thy fulness give; 
Till I close my earthly race, 

Be it "Christ for me to live." 



3 When I touch the blessed shore, 
Back the closing waves shall roll; 

Death's dark stream shall never more 
Part from Thee my ravished soul. 

4 Thus, O thus, an entrance give, 
To the land of cloudless sky ! 

Having known it "Christ to live," 
Let me know it "Gain to die." 

Ralph Wardlaw 1817 



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Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace; 
Rise from transitory things 

Toward heaven, thy native place: 
Sun and moon and stars decay; 

Time shall soon this earth remove; 
Rise my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 
2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; 

Both speed them to their source: 

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So a soul, that's born of God, 

Pants to view His glorious face, 
Upward tends to His abode, 

To rest in His embrace. 
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize; 
Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies: 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

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Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
Thou art scattering full and free; 

Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; 
Let some droppings fall on me, 
Even me. 

2 Pass me not, O gracious Father, 
Sinful though my heart may be; 

Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
Let Thy mercy light on me, 
Even me. 

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour, 
Let me love and cling to Thee; 



I am longing for Thy favor; 
When Thou comest, call for me, 
Even me. 

4 Pass me not, mighty Spirit, 
Thou canst make the blind to see; 

Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of power to me, 
Even me. 

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless, 
Blood of God, so rich and free, 

Grace of God, so strong and boundless, 
Magnify them all in me, 
Even me. 

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Jesus wept! those tears are over, 
But His heart is still the same; 
Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, 
Is His everlasting Name. 

Saviour, who can love like Thee, 
Gracious One of Bethany ? 
2 When the pangs of trial seize me, 

When the waves of sorrow roll, 
I will lay my head on Jesus, 
Pillow of the troubled soul. 
Surely, none can feel like Thee, 
Weeping One of Bethany! 

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3 Jesus wept! and still in glory, 
He can mark each mourner's tear; 

Living to retrace the story 
Of the hearts He solaced here. 
Lord, when I am called to die, 
Let me think of Bethany. 

4 Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow 
Is a legacy of love, 

Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
He the same doth ever prove. 
Thou art all in all to me, 
Living One of Bethany! 

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My God, my Father, while I stray 
Far from my home, on life's rough way, 

teach me from my heart to say, 

"Thy will be done!" 

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
Let me be still and murmur not, 

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
"Thy will be done!" 

3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine: 

1 only yield Thee what is Thine; 

"Thy will be done!" 






4 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest, 
My God, to Thee I leave the rest; 

"Thy will be done!" 

5 Renew my will from day to day; 
Blend it with Thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say 

"Thy will be done!" 

6 Then, when on earth I breathe no more 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing upon a happier shore. 

"Thy will be done!" 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 



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1 do not ask that life may be, 

O Lord, a pleasant road; 
Nor that Thou wouldest take from me, 
Aught of its weary load. 

2 For one thing chiefly do I plead, 

Dear Lord, lead me aright : [bleed, 

Though strength should fail, and heart should 
Lead me through peace to light. 

3 I do not ask to understand 
My cross, my way to see; 

Let me, in darkness, feel Thy hand, 
And simply follow Thee. 

4 Joy is like day, but peace divine 
May rule the quiet night: 

Lead me, till perfect day shall shine, 
Lord, through peace to light. 

Adelaide Anne Proctor 

607 

Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, 
And plead to be forgiven, 

LANGTON S. M. 

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So let Thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for Heaven. 

2 Help us, through good report and ill, 
Our daily cross to bear; 

Like Thee, to do our Father's will, 
Our brethren's griefs to share. 

3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 
And grief's dark day come on, 

We in our turn would meekly cry, 
Father, Thy will be done. 

4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 
Or brethren faithless prove, 

Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 
To conquer them by love. 

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
Forgiving and forgiven, 

may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow Thee to Heaven. 

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How tender is Thy hand, 

O Thou beloved Lord: 
Afflictions come at Thy command, 

And leave us at Thy word. 

2 How gentle was the rod 
That chastened us for sin: 

How soon we found a smiling God, 
Where deep distress had been. 

3 A Father's hand we felt, 
A Father's heart we knew; 



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And found His word was true. 

4 We told Him all our grief, 
We thought of Jesus' love; 

A sense of pardon brought relief, 
And bade our pains remove. 

5 Now we will bless the Lord, 
And in His strength confide; 

Forever be His name adored, 
For there is none beside. 

Thomas Hastings 1834 



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Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 
On Thee, when sorrows rise, 

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 



5 Thy mercy-seat is open still; 

Here let my soul retreat, 
With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet. 

Anne Steele 1760 

610 

We bless Thee for Thy peace, God! 

Deep as the soundless sea, 
Which falls like sunshine on the road 

Of those who trust in Thee. 

2 That peace which suffers and is strong, 
Trusts where it cannot see, 

Deems not the trial-way too long, 
But leaves the end with Thee. 

3 Such,Father,give our hearts such peace, 
Whate'er the outward be, 
11 all life's discipline shall cease, 
And we go home to Thee. 

Anon 1862 
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2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 
For Thou alone canst heal; 

Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But 0, when gloomy doubts prevail, 
I fear to call Thee mine; 

The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee ? 
Thou art my only trust; 

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Though prostrate in the dust. 



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O Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, 

Ere yet it closed in death, 
Beheld Thy mother's agony, 

The shameful cross beneath: 

2 Remember them, like her, through whom 
The sword of grief is driven, 

And 0, to cheer their cheerless gloom, 
Be Thy dear mercy given. 

3 Let Thine own word of tenderness 
Drop on them from above; 



Its music shall the lone heart bless, 
Its touch shall heal with love. 

4 Son of Mary, Son of God, 
The way of mortal ill, 

By Thy blest feet in triumph trod, 
Our feet are treading still. 

5 But not with strength like Thine, we go 
This dark and dreadful way; 

As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe, 
So strengthen us, we pray. 

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On Him I lean who not in vain 

Experienced every human pain; 

He sees my wants, allays my fears, 

And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 

From heavenly wisdom's narrow way; 

To fly the good I would pursue, 

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Which covers what was once a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while; 

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

4 And 0, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict bat the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for Thou hast died: 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

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In the dark and cloudy day. 
When earth's riches flee away. 
And the last hope will not stay. 
Saviour, comfort me. 

2 When the secret idol's gone, 
That my poor heart yearned upon, 
Desolate, bereft, alone, 

Saviour, comfort me. 

3 Thou who wast so sorely tried, 
In the darkness crucified, 

Bid me in Thy love confide: 
Saviour, comfort me. 



4 In these hours of sad distress. 
Let me know He loves no less, 
Bids me trust His faithfulness: 

Saviour, comfort me. 

5 Not unduly let me grieve, 
Meekly the kind stripes receive 
Let me humbly still believe: 

Saviour, comfort me. 

6 So shall it be good for me 
Much afflicted now to be, 

If Thou wilt but tenderly, 
Saviour, comfort me. 

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In the hour of trial, 

Jesus, pray for me; 
Lest, by base denial, 

I depart from Thee. 
When Thou seest me waver, 

With a look recall; 
Nor for fear or favor, 

Suffer me to fall. 

2 If, with sore affliction, 
Thou in love chastise, 

Pour Thy benediction 

On the sacrifice. 
Freely on Thine altar 

I will lay my will. 
And, though flesh may falter, 

Bless and praise Thee still. 

3 When my lamp low burning, 
Sinks in mortal pain; 

Earth to earth returning, 

Dust to dust again; 
On Thy truth relying, 

In that hour of strife, 
Jesus, take me, dying, 

To eternal life. 

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O let him whose sorrow 

No relief can find, 
Trust in God and borrow 

Ease for heart and mind: 
Where the mourner weeping 

Sheds the secret tear, 
God His watch is keeping, 

Though none else is near. 

2 God will never leave us, 
All our wants He knows, 

Feels the pains that grieve us, 
Sees our cares and woes: 

When in grief we languish, 
He will dry the tear, 

Who His children's anguish 
Soothes with succor near. 

3 All our woe and sadness 
In this world below, 

Balance not the gladness 
We in heaven shall know. 

When our gracious Saviour, 
In the realms above 

Crowns us with His favor, 
Fills us with His love. 

Heinrich Oswald 
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Comb unto Me, when shadows darkly gather, Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, 

When thesad heart is weary and distressed, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly 
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly hymn. 

Father, 3 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, 

Come unto Me, and I will give you rest. Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely 

2 Large are the mansions in thy Father's pressed; 

dwelling, Come unto Me all ye who droop in sadness, 

Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim ; Come unto Me, and I will give you rest ! 

Catherine Harbison Esling 1839 
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If through unruffled seas 

Toward heaven we cahnlv sail, 
With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, 

We'll own the favoring gale. 
2 But should the surges rise, 

And rest delay to come, 
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storin, 

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All yield to Thy control; 

Thy tender mercies shall illume 
The midnight of the soul. 

4 Teach us, in every state, 
To make Thy will our own; 

And wnen the joys of sense depart, 
To live by faith alone. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 1772 



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Lead us, Father! in the paths of peace; 3 Lead us, Father! in the paths of 

Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, right ; 

And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase ; Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, 

Lead us through Christ, the true and living Involved in shadows of a darksome night, 

way. Only with Thee we journey safely on. 

2 Lead us, Father ! in the paths of truth ; 4 Lead us, Father! to Thy heavenly rest, 

UnhelpedbyThee, in error's maze we grope, However rough and steep the path may be. 

While passion stains,and folly dims our youth, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest 

And age comes on uncheered by faith and best, 

hope. Until our lives are perfected in Thee. 

William Henry Burleigh 1871 

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1 bless the Christ of God; 
I rest on love divine; 

And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

2 His cross dispels each doubt; 
I bury in His tomb 

Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
Each lingering shade of gloom. 

3 I praise the God of grace; 

I trust His truth and might; 

Fie calls me His, T call Him mine, 

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4 In Him is only good, 
In me is only ill; 

My ill but draws His goodness forth, 
And me He loveth still. 

5 Tis He who saveth me, 
And freely pardon gives; 

I love because He loveth me, 
1 live because He lives. 

6 My life with Him is hid, 
My death has passed away, 

Mv clouds have melted into light, 
My midnight into day. 

Horatius Bonar 1863 



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Cast thy burden on the Lord, 
Only lean upon His word; 
Thou shalt soon have cause to bless, 
His eternal faithfulness. 

2 Ever in the raging storm 
Thou shalt see His cheering form. 
Hear His pledge of coming aid? 
" It is I, be not afraid." 

3 Cast thy burden at His feet; 
Linger at His mercy-seat: 

He will lead thee by the hand 
Gently to the better land. 

4 He will gird thee by His power, 
In thy weary, fainting hour; 
Lean then, loving, on His word; 
Cast thy burden on the Lord. 

John Cennick 1745 
George Rawson 1857 

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Wait, my soul, upon the Lord. 

To His gracious promise flee, 
Laying hold upon His word, 

"As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

2 If the sorrows of thy case 
Seem peculiar, still to thee, 

God has promised needful grace; 

" As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

3 Days of trial, days of grief, 
In succession thou mayst see; 

This is still thy sweet relief, 

" As thy days, thy strength shall be." 

4 Rock of ages I I'm secure, 
With Thy promise, full and free, 

Faithful, positive, and sure, 

"As thy days, thy strength shall be. 75 

William Freeman Lloyd 1835 
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When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
When we mourn the lost, the dear, 
lesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
Thou hast shed the human tear; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls 
For our own departing souls, 
When our final doom is near, 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 



4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 
Thou the blood of life hast shed, 
Thou hast filled a mortal bier; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

5 When the heart is sad within 
With the thought of all its sin, 
When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

6 Thou, the shame, the grief hast known; 
Though the sins were not Thine own, 
Thou hast deigned their load to bear; 
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 

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Shadow of a mighty rock, 
Stretching o'er a weary land, 

Hide me from the tempest's shock, 
Let me in Thy shelter stand. 

2 When Thy presence, my God, 
Brighter is than eye can see, 

Shadow on the heavenward road, 
Let me find my shade in Thee. 

3 When life's passions o'er me break, 
Like a storm against the wall, 

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Let me find for mercy's sake, 
Shelter where Thy shadows fall. 

4 Out of Thee are shades of death, 
Weary ways, and hours unblest; 

Shadow of the rock, beneath 
Thee alone are joy and rest. 

5 Till the race of life be run, 
Till my soul in rest be laid, 

God of gods, Thou art my sun; 
Son of God, be Thou my shade ! 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 
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Art thou weary, art thou languid, 

Art thou sore distressed ? 
'Come to Me/ saith One 
- Be at rest.' 

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
If He be my guide? 

'In His feet and hands are wound-prints, 
And His side.' 

3 Is there diadem, as monarch, 
That His brow adorns? 

' Yea, a crown, in very surety, 
But of thorns.' 

4 If I find Him, if I follow, 
What His guerdon here ? 



1 Many a sorrow, many a labor, 
Many a tear.' 

5 If I still hold closely to Him, 
What hath He at last ? 

1 Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 
Jordan passed.' 

6 If I ask Him to receive me, 
Will He say me nay? 

'Not till earth, and not till heaven 
Pass away.' 

7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 
Is He sure to bless? 

Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
Answer, 'Yes.' 

Joseph of the Studium Ab. 750 
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He leadeth me: blessed thought, 3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, 

words with heavenly comfort fraught, Nor ever murmur nor repine; 

Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Content, whatever lot I see, 

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. — Cho. Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. — Cho. 

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 4 And when my task on earth is done, 



Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 

By waters still, o'er troubled sea, 

Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. — Cho. 

DENNIS S. M. 



When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, 
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. — Cho. 

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And trust His constant care." 

2 While Providence supports, 
Let saints securely dwell; 

That hand, which bears all nature up, 
Shall guide His children well. 



3 Why should this anxious load 
Press down your weary mind ? 

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 
Down to the present day; 

I'll drop my burden at His feet, 
And bear a song away. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 



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Through the love of God our Saviour, 

All will be well: 
Free and changeless is His favor: 

All, all is well. 
Precious is the blood that healed us, 
Perfect is the grace that sealed us; 
Strong the hand stretched out to shield us, 

All must be well. 
2 Though we pass through tribulation 

All will be well: 
Ours is such a full salvation 

All, all is well. 

GORTON S. M. 



Happy, still in God confiding, 
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 

All must be well. 
3 We expect a bright to-morrow; 

All will be well; 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow, 

All, all is well. 
On our Father's love relying, 
Jesus every need supplying, 
Or in living, or in dying, 

All must be well. 

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The Lord my Shepherd is; 

I shall be well supplied: 
Since He is mine aud I am His, 

What can I want beside ? 

2 He leads me to the place 
Where heavenly pasture grows; 

Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim; 
And guides me, in His own right way, 
For His most holy name. 



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I cannot yield to fear; 

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade 
My Shepherd's with me there. 

5 In spite of all my foes, 
Thou dost my table spread; 

My cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 

6 The bounties of Thy love 
Shall crown my following days; 

Nor from Thy house will I remove, 
Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Through all the changing scenes of life, 

In trouble, and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 

My heart and tongue employ. 

2 Of His deliverance I will boast, 
Till all that are distressed 

From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to rest 

3 O magnify the Lord with me, 
With me exalt His name; 

When in distress to Him I called. 
He to my rescue came. 

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The dwellings of the just; 

Deliverance He affords to all, 
Who on His succor trust. 

5 O make but trial of His love; 
Experience will decide, 

How blest are they, and only they, 
Who in His truth confide. 

6 Fear Him, ye saints, and ye will then 
Have nothing else to fear; 

Make ye His service your delight, — 
He'll make your wants His care. 

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The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; 

He makes me down to lie 
In pastures green; He leadeth me 

The quiet waters by. 

2 My soul He doth restore again; 
And me to walk doth make 

Within the paths of righteousness, 
E'en for His own name's sake. 

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vaie, 
Yet will I fear none ill; 



For Thou art with me, and Thy rod 
And staff me comfort still. 

4 My table Thou hast furnished 
In presence of my foes; 

My head Thou dost with oil anoint, 
And my cup overflows. 

5 Goodness and mercy, all my life, 
Shall surely follow me; 

And in God's house for evermore 
My dwelling-place shall be. 



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There is a safe and secret place 

Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace: 

O be that refuge mine! 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide 
Uninjured and una wed; 

While thousands fall on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 He feeds in pastures large and fair 
Of love and truth divine; 

child of God, glory's heir, 
How rich a lot is thine! 

4 A hand almighty to defend, 
An ear for every call, 

An honored life, a peaceful end, 
And heaven to crown it all! 

Henry Francis Lyte 

632 

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 
Soft resting on Thy breast; 

FERNSHAW CM. 
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Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 
And bid my spirit rest 

2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 
Let Thine outstretched wing 

Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 
Beside her desert spring. 

3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude, 
The sounds my ear that greet; 

Calm in the closet's solitude, 
Calm in the bustling street; 

4 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
Calm in my hour of pain; 

Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
Calm in my loss or gain; 

5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
Like Him who bore my shame, 

Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng 
Who hate Thy holy name. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 
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Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, 

To yonder cross I flee; 
Beneath its shelter take my seat: 

No shade like this for me! 
2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst — 

A fountain sparkling free; 
And there I quench my desert thirst; 

No spring like this for me I 




3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 
Beneath this spreading tree; 

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent: 
No home like this for me! 

4 For burdened ones a resting-place, 
Beside that cross I see; 

I here cast off my weariness: 
No rest like this for me! 

Horatius Bonar 



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PEACEjperfect peace,in this dark world of sin? In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. 

The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. 5 p eace; pe ,. fect peaK our MaK M uu . 

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties known ? 

pressed ? Jesus we know, and He is on the throne. 

To do the will of Jesus— this is rest. 6 Peace> perfect peace> death shadowing us 

3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging and ours: 
round ? Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. 



On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found. 



7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall 



4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far cease, 

away ? And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1870 



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Complete in Thee, no work of mine 
May take, dear Lord, the place of Thine: 
Thy blood has pardon bought for me, 
And I am now complete in Thee. 

2 Complete in Thee, no more snail sin 
Thy grace has conquered, reign within; 
Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, 
And I shall stand complete in Thee. 

3 Complete in Thee, each want supplied, 
And no good thing to me denied, 

Since Thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, 
I ask no more, con.plete in Thee. 

4 Dear Saviour, when before Thy bar 
All tribes and tongues assembled are, 
Among Thy chosen may I be 

At Thy right hand, complete in Thee. 

5 Complete in Thee, forever blest, 
Of all Thy fulness, Lord, possessed, 



Thy praise throughout eternity, 
Thy love Fll sing, complete in Thee. 

Aaron Robarts Wolfe 

636 

Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
What need I, that is not in Thee ? 
Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
And peace which none can take away. 
2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear ? 
^Tis sweet to know that Thou art near; 
Am I with dread of justice tried ? 
'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died 
. 3 In life, Thy promises of aid 
Forbid my heart to be afraid; 
In death, peace gently veils the eyes; 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 
4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be 
This all-sufficiency to me; 
Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm. 

James Edmeston 



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O Love divine, that stooped to share 
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, 

On Thee we cast each earth-born care: 
We smiie at pain while Thou art near! 

2 Though long the weary way we tread, 
And sorrow crown each lingering year; 

No path we shun, no darkness dread, 
Our hearts still whispering,Thou art near. 

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3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, 
And trembling faith is changed to fear; 

The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, 
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near! 

4 On Thee we fling our burdening woe, 
Love divine, forever dear; 

Content to suffer, while we know, 
Living and dying, Thou art near! 



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All unseen the Master walketh 
By the toiling servant's side ; 

Comfortable words He speaketh, 
While His hands uphold and guide. 

2 Grief nor pain nor any sorrow 
Rends thy heart, to Him unknown; 

He to-day, and He to-morrow, 
Grace sufficient gives His own. 

3 Holy strivings nerve and strengthen ; 
Long endurance wins the crown: 

When the evening shadows lengthen, 
Thou shalt lay thy burden down. 

Thomas MacKelia, 

639 

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Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
From His dwelling-place above. 

2 With us when we toil in sadness, 
Sowing much, and reaping none; 

Telling us that in the future 
Golden harvests shall be won. 

3 With us when the storm is sweeping 
O'er our pathway dark and drear; 

Waking hope within our bosoms, 
Stilling every anxious fear. 

4 With us in the lonely valley, 
When we cross the chilling stream; 

Lighting up the steps to glory 
With salvation's radiant beam. 

Edwin Henry Nevin 1857 



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The Lord's my Shepherd, and I know 

For all my wants He cares: 
He leads where peaceful waters flow, 
And where the greenest pastures grow, 

A rest for me prepares. 

2 If e'er I faint with noonday heat, 
He pities my distress; 

Revives my soul with cordial sweet, 
And, for His name's sake, leads my feet 
In paths of righteousness. 

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4 For me He has a table spread 
In spite of all my foes; 

His oil of grace perfumes my head, 
And, with His blessings on me shed, 
My cup of joy o'erflows. 

5 Through all my life His love and grace 
Will surely follow me; 

And in His holy dwelling place, 
Where I shall see Him face to face, 
My home shall ever be. 

Edward A. Collier 1887 
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"Blessed are the pure in heart" 
They have loved the better part. 
When life's journey they have trod, 
They shall go to see their God. 

2 Till in glory they appear, 
They shall often see Him here; 
And His grace shall learn to know 
In His glorious works below. 

3 When the sun begins to rise, 
Spreading brightness through the skies, 



They will love to praise and bless 
Christ, the Sun of righteousness. 

4 In the watches of the night, 
When the stars are clear and bright, 
"Thus the just shall shine," they say, 
'• In the Resurrection day." 

5 God in everything they see: 
First in all their thoughts is He: 
They have loved the better part; 
"Blessed are the pure in heart!* 

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Dear Lord and Father of mankind, 
Forgive our feverish ways I 

Reclothe us in our rightful mind; 

In purer lives Thy service find, 
In deeper reverence, praise. 

2 In simple trust like theirs who heard, 
Beside the Syrian sea, 

The gracious calling of the Lord, 
Let us, like them, without a word 
Rise up and follow Thee. 

3 Sabbath rest by Galilee ! 
O calm of hills above, 

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee 
The silence of eternity, 
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Our words and works that drown 

The tender whisper of Thy call, 
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall 
As fell Thy manna down. 

5 Drop Thy still dews of quietness, 
Till all our strivings cease: 

Take from our souls the strain and stress; 
And let our ordered lives confess 
The beauty of Thy peace. 

6 Breathe through the pulses of desire 
Thy coolness and Thy balm; 

Let sense be dumb, its heats expire: 
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, 
still small voice of calm ! 

John Greenleaf Whittier 1872 



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Let my life be hid with Thee, 

Gracious Saviour, Lord of might: 

Saved from sin, from dangers free, 
Lightened by Thy perfect light. 

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When my soul Ls vexed below; 



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When bowed down by grief and woe. 
3 Let my life be hid with Thee, 

Bound within Thy life above, 
Living through eternity 

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My Jesus, as Thou wilt: 

may Thy will be mine 
Into Thy hand of love 

1 would my all resign. 
Through sorrow or through joy, 

Conduct me as Thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 
2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt: 

If needy here and poor, 
Give me Thy people's bread, 

Their portion rich and sure. 
The manna of Thy word 

Let my soul feed upon; 
And if all else should fail, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 



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3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt: 
Though seen through many a tear, 

Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear. 
Since Thou on earth hast wept 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with Thee, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 

4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt: 
All shall be well for me; 

Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with Thee. 
Straight to my home above, 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing in life or death, 

My Lord, Thy will be done. 

Benjamin Schmolke 
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Thy way, not mine, Lord, 
However dark it be! 

Lead me by Thine own hand; 
Choose out the path for me. 

1 dare not choose my lot; 
I would not, if I might; 

Choose Thou for me, my God, 
So shall I walk aright. 

2 The kingdom that I seek 
Is Thine: so let the way 

That leads to it be Thine, 
Else I must surely stray. 



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With joy or sorrow fill, 
As best to Thee may seem; 

Choose Thou my good and ill. 
3 Choose Thou for me my friends, 

My sickness, or my health ; 
Choose Thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 
Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great, or small; 
Be Thou my guide, my strength, 

My wisdom, and my all. 

Horatius Bonar 1857 



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My spirit longs for Thee 

Within my troubled breast, 
Unworthy though I be 

Of so divine a guest. 
2 Of so divine a guest 

Unworthy though I be, 
Yet has my heart no rest 

Unless it come from Thee. 



3 Unless it come from Thee, 
In vain I look around; 

In all that I can see 
No rest is to be found. 

4 No rest is to be found 
But in Thy blessed love: 

let my wish be crowned, 
And send it from above. 

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Rest of the weary, Joy of the sad; 
Hope of the dreary, Light of the glad; 
Home of the stranger, Strength to the end; 
Refuge from danger, Saviour and Friend. 

2 Pillow where lying, Love rests its head; 
Peace of the dying, Life of the dead; 
Path of the lowly, Prize at the end; 
Breath of the holy, Saviour and Friend. 

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3 When my feet stumble, I'll to Thee cry, 
Crown of the humble, Cross of the high; 
When my steps wander, Over me bend, 
Truer and fonder, Saviour and Friend! 

4 Ever confessing Thee, I will raise 
Unto Thee blessing, Glory, and praise; 
All my endeavor, World without end, 
Thine to be ever, Saviour and Friend! 

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Light after darkness, Gain after loss; 
Strength after weakness, Crown after cross; 
Sweet after bitter, Hope after fears, 
Home after wandering, Praise after tears. 

2 Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain, 
Sight after mystery, Peace after pain; 



Joy after sorrow, Calm after blast, 
Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at fast. 

3 Near after distant, Gleam after gloom, 
Love after loneliness, Life after tomb; 
After long agony, Rapture of bliss, 
Right was the pathway Leading to this. 

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Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee ? 

O height, depth of love! 
Thou one with us upon the tree, 

We one with Thee above. 

2 Such was Thy grace, that for our sake 
Thou didst from heaven come down, 

With us of flesh and blood partake, 
In all our misery one. 

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine 
Confessed and borne by Thee, 

The gall, the curse, the wrath, were Thine, 
To set Thy members free. 

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4 Ascended now, in glory bright, 
Still one with us Thou art; 

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 
Thy saints and Thee can part. 

5 teach us, Lord, to know and own 
This wondrous mystery, 

That Thou with us art truly one, 
And we are one with Thee. 

6 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 
When, seated on Thy throne, 

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display 
That Thou with us art one. 

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Walk in the light! so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love 
His Spirit only can bestow, 

Who reigns in light above. 

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find 
Thy heart made truly His 

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
In whom no darkness is. 

3 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own 
Thy darkness passed away, 



Because that light hath on thee shone, 
In which is perfect day. 

4 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb 
Xo fearful shade shall wear; 

Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
For Christ hath conquered there. 

5 Walk in the light! and thine shall be 
A path, though thorny, bright; 

For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, 
And God Himself is light. 

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How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway 

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Is laid for your faith in His excellent word! My grace, all-sufficient, shall be Thy supply; 

What more can He say than to you He hath The flame shall not hurt thee: I only design 

said, Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? 5 "E'en down to old age, all My people shall 

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, be not dis- prove, 

mayed, My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 

For I am thy God, and will still give thee And when hoary hairs shall their temples 

aid: [to stand, adorn, . [borne, 

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be 

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3 "When through the deep waters I call repose 

thee to go, I will not, I will not desert to His foes; 

The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to 
For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless. shake, 

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 

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Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ; 
The Lord is our leader, His word is our stay ; 
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be 
near, [fear? 

The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we 

2 He raise th the fallen, He cheereth the faint ; 
The weak and oppressed, He will hear their 

complaint; 
The way may be weary, and thorny the road, 
But how can we falter ? our help is in God. 

3 And to His green pastures our footsteps 

He leads; 
His flock in the desert how kindly He feeds! 
The lambs in His bosom He tenderly bears, 
And brings back the wanderers all safe from 

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The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall 1 
know ; 
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; 
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, 
Restores me when wandering, redeems 
when oppressed. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death 

though I stray, 
Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; 
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay ; 
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; 
With blessings unmeasured my cup run- 
neth o'er; [head; 

With perfume and oil Thou anointest my 
O what shall I ask of Thy providence more ! 



4 Though clouds may surround us, our God 
is our light: [our might; 

Though storms rage around us, our God is 

So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come ; 

The Lord is our leader, and heaven is our 
home. 



4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful 
God, 
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above ; 
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod 
Through the land of their sojourn, Thy 
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There is a blessed liome 

Beyond this land of woe, 
Where trials never come, 

Nor tears of sorrow flow; 
Where faith is lost in Bight, 

And patient hope is crowned, 
And everlasting light 

Its glory throws around. 

2 joy all joys beyond, 
To see the Lamb who died, 

And count each sacred wound 
In hands, and feet, and side; 

OLNEY S. M. 



To give to Him the praise 

Of every triumph won, 
And sing through endless days 

The great things He hath done. 

3 Look up, ye saints of God, 

Nor fear to tread below 
The path your Saviour trod 

Of daily toil and woe: 
Wait but a little while 

In uncomplaining love, 
His own most gracious smile 

Shall welcome you above. 

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Behold what wondrous grace 
The Father hath bestowed 

On sinners of a mortal race, 
To call them sons of God. 

2 Nor doth it yet appear 
How great we must be made; 

But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 
May trials well endure, 



May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ the Lord is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 
I share a filial part, 

Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove, 
To rest upon my heart. 

5 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne; 
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry, 
And Thou the kindred own. 

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eyes that are weary, and hearts that are 3 Still looking to Jesus, may I be found, 

sore, When Jordan's dark waters encompass me 
Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more ! round: 

The light of His countenance shineth so They bear me away in His presence to be; 

bright, [night. I see Him still nearer whom always I see. 

That here, as in heaven, there need be no 

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty 

fear; and grace 

1 tremble no more when I see Jesus near; Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; 
I know that His presence my safeguard will Shall know how His love went before me each 

be, [unto me. day, 

For, "Why are ye troubled?" He saith And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 

John Nelson Darby ? 1858 

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Here I can firmly rest, 

I dare to boast of this, 
That God, the highest and the best, 

My friend and Father is. 

2 From dangerous snares He saves: 
Where'er He bids me go, 

He checks the storms and calms the waves, 
That naught can work me woe. 

3 He whispers in my breast 
Sweet words of holy cheer, 

How he who seeks in God his rest 
Shall ever find Him near. 



4 How God hath built above, 
A city fair and new, 

Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
What faith has counted true. 

5 My heart for gladness springs, 
It cannot more be sad, 

For very joy it laughs and sings, 
Sees naught but sunshine glad. 

6 The Sun that glads mine eyes, 
Is Christ the Lord I love: 

I sing for joy of that which lies 
Stored up for us above. 



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Ox our way rejoicing, 

As we homeward move, 
Hearken to our praises, 

O Thou God of love! 
Is there grief or sadness ? 

Thine it cannot be! 
Is our sky beclouded ? 

Clouds are not from Thee! — Cho. 
2 If with honest-hearted 

Love for God and man, 
Day by day Thou find us 

Doing what we can, 
Thou Who giv'st the seed-time 

Wilt give large increase, 
Crown the head with blessings, 

Fill the heart with peace. — Cho. 

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Gladly let us go; 

Conquered hath our Leader; 

Vanquished is our foe! 
Christ without, our safety, 

Christ within, our joy; 
"Who, if we be faithful, 

Can our hope destroy? — Cho. 

4 Unto God the Father 
Joyful son^s we sins*; 

Unto God the Saviour 
Thaukful hearts we bring; 

Unto God the Spirit 
Bow we and adore, 

On our way rejoicing 

Xow and evermore. — Cho. 

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When I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 

1 bid farewell to every fear, 

And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
And hellish darts be hurled, 

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 



3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
And storms of sorrow fall ; 

May I bat safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all: 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
In seas of heavenly rest. 

And not a wave of trouble roll 



Across my peaceful breast. 



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We are but strangers here, 

Heaven is our home; 
Earth is a desert drear, 

Heaven is our home: 
Danger and sorrow stand 
Round us on every hand, 
Heaven is our Father-land, 

Heaven is our home. 
2 What though the tempests rage ? 

Heaven is our home; 
Short is our pilgrimage, 

Heaven is our home: 
And Time's wild wintry blast 
Soon shall be overpast, 
We shall reach home at last; 

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Heaven is our home; 

May we be glorified; 

Heaven is our home: 
There are the good and blest, 
Those we love most and best, 
Grant us with them to rest; 

Heaven is our home. 

4 Grant us to murmur not, 
Heaven is our home; 

Whate'er our earthly lot, 

Heaven is our home. 
Grant us at last to stand 
There at Thine own right hand, 
Jesus, in Fatherland: 

Heaven is our home! 

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Fade, fade, each earthly joy; 

Jesus is mine. 
Break, every tender tie; 

Jesus is mine. 
Dark is the wilderness, 
Earth has no resting-place, 
Jesus alone can bless; 

Jesus is mine. 



2 Farewell, mortality; 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, eternity; 

Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, O loved and blest, 
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
Welcome, my Saviour's breast; 

Jesus is mine. 

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O for the peace which floweth as a river, 3 "A little while "to keep the oil from failing-, 

Making life's desert places bloom and smile ! "A little while" faith's flickering lamp to 
O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright trim; 

" for ever," And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps 

Amid the shadows of earth's " little while." hailing, 

2 "A little while." for patient vigil-keeping, To g reet His advent with the bridal hymn. 

To face the stern, to wrestle with the strong ; 4 And He who is Himself the Gift and Giver, 

" A little while," to sow the seed withweeping, The future glory andthe present smile, [ever,'' 

Then bind the sheaves, and sing the har- With the bright promise of the glad "for 

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O what, if we are Christ's, 

Is earthly shame or loss ? 
Bright shall the crown of glory be, 

When we have borne the cross. 

2 Keen was the trial once, 
Bitter the cup of woe, 

When martyred saints, baptized in blood, 
Christ's sufferings shared below. 

3 Bright is their glory now, 
Boundless their joy above, 



Where, on the bosom of their God, 
They rest in perfect love. 

4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 
Like them in faith to bear 

All that of sorrow, grief, or pain 
May be our portion here. 

5 Enough, if Thou at last 
The word of blessing give, 

And let us rest beneath Thy feet, 
Where saints and angels live. 

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Ye servants of the Lord, 

Each in his office wait, 
Observant of His heavenly word, 

And watchful at His gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame; 

Gird up your loins as in His sight, 
For awful is His name. 

3 Watch! 'tis your Lord's command; 
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Mark the first signal of His hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 O happy servant he, 

In such a posture found! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honor crowned. 

5 Christ shall the banquet spread 
With His own royal hand, 

And raise that faithful servant's head 
Amid the angelic band. 

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Ere from us it pass away, 

On our knees we fall and pray. 

2 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, 
Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
Ere that day of doom appears. 

3 By Thy night of agony, 
By Thy supplicating cry, 
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Eor Jerusalem below, 

Let us not Thy love forego. 

5 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, 
Kneeling lowly at the door, 
Ere it close for evermore. 

6 Judge and Saviour of our race, 
Grant us, when we see Thy face, 
With Thy ransomed ones a place. 

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I hunger and I thirst; 

Jesus, my Manna be: 
Ye living waters, burst 

Out of the rock for me. 
Thou bruised and broken Bread, 

My life-long wants supply; 
As living souls are fed, 

feed me, or I die! 

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2 Thou true life-giving Yine, 

Let me Thy sweetness prove; 
Renew my life with Thine, 

Refresh my soul with love. 
For still the desert lies 

My thirsting soul before; 
O living waters, rise 

Within me evermore! 

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From every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads: 

A place than all beside more sweet: 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a spot where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend: 



Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And time and sense seem all no more; 
And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

5 may my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
This bounding heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the mercy-seat. 

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Whom still I hold, but cannot see; 

My company before is gone, 
And I am left alone with Thee; 

With Thee all night I mean to stay, 

And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 My prayer hath power with God ; the grace 
Unspeakable I now receive; 

Through faith I see Thee face to face, 

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Thy nature, and Thy name, is love. 
3 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, 

Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend! 
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 

But stay, and love me to the end; 
Thy mercies never sh<ill remove, 
Thy nature, and Thy name, is love. 

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Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, 
There they behold Thy mercy-seat; 
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 
2 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 
Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
And going, take Thee to their home. 



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Thy former mercies here renew; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of Thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 

To teach our faint desires to rise, 
And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

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O God of Bethel, by whose hand 

Thy people still are fed; 
Who through this weary pilgrimage 

Hast all our fathers led: 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
Before Thy throne of grace: 

God of our fathers, be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 
Our wandering footsteps guide; 

Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

4 spread Thy covering wings around, 
Till all our wanderings cease, 

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And, at our Father's loved abode, 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

Philip Doddridge 
Michael Bruce 

671 

Thou, who hast Thy servants taught 

That not by words alone, 
But by the fruits of holiness, 

The life of God is shown, 

2 While in Thy house of prayer we meet, 
And call Thee God and Lord, 

Give us a heart to follow Thee, 
Obedient to Thy word. 

3 Through all the dangerous paths of life 
Uphold us as we go, 

That with our lips, and in our lives, 
Thy glory we may show. 

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They who seek the throne of grace, 
Find that throne in every place; 
If we live a life of prayer, 
God is present every-where. 
2 In our sickness or our health, 
In our want or in our wealth, 
If we look to God in prayer, 
God is present every-where. 



3 When our earthly comforts fail, 
When the foes of life prevail, 
'Tis the time for earnest prayer; 
God is present every-where. 

4 Then, my soul, in every strait 
To thy Father come and wait; 
He will answer every prayer; 
God is present every-where. 

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Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, 
Where Jesus answers prayer; 

There humbly fall before His feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
With this I venture nigh; 

Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, 
And such, Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 
By Satan sorely pressed, 

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By war without, and fears within, 
I come to Thee for rest. 

4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, 
That, sheltered near Thy side, 

I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, Thou hast died. 

5 O wondrous love, to bleed and die, 
To bear the cross and shame, 

That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead Thy gracious name. 

John Newton i 

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Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign hand denies, 
Accepted at Thy throne of grace, 

Let this petition rise: 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
From every murmur free; 

The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
And let me live to Thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 
My path of life attend; 

Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

Anne Steele 1760 

675 

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And our confessions pour, 



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Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
And hate what we deplore. 

2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see, 
True penitence impart; 

Then let a kindling glance from Thee 
Beam hope upon the heart. 

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 
May we our wills resign ; 

And not a thought our bosom share 
Which is not wholly Thine. 

4 Let faith each weak petition fill, 
And waft it to the skies, 

And teach our hearts, 'tis goodness still 
That grants it, or denies. 

Joseph Dae re Carl vie 1804 



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Christian, dost thou see them 

Ou the holy ground, 
How the powers of darkness 

Rage thy steps around ? 
Christian, up and smite them, 

Counting gain but loss; 
In the strength that cometh 

By the holy cross. 
2 Christian, dost thou feel them, 

How they work within, 
Striving, tempting, luring, 

Goading into sin ? 
Christian, never tremble; 

Never be down-cast; 
Gird thee for the battle; 

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How they speak thee fair ? 

"Always fast and vigil ? 

Always watch and prayer?" 
Christian, answer boldly, 

" While I breathe I pray: " 
Peace shall follow battle, 

Night shall end in day. 

4 "Well I know thy trouble, 

my servant true; 
Thou art very weary, 

1 was weary too; 

But that toil shall make thee 

Some day all Mine own, 
And the end of sorrow 

Shall be near My throne." 

Andrew of Crete, ab. 720 
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Behold the throne of grace, 

The promise calls me near; 
There Jesus shows a smiling face, 

And waits to answer prayer. 
2 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 

Thou canst not be too bold; 
Since His own blood for thee He 

What else can He withhold? 



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3 Thine image. Lord, bestow, 
Thy presence and Thy love; 

I ask to serve Thee here below, 
And reign with Thee above. 

4 Teach me to live by faith, 
Conform my will to Thine, 

Let me victorious be in death, 
And then in glory shine. 

John Newtoi*. 



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Christian! seek not yet repose, 

Cast thy dreams of ease away, 
Thou art in the midst of foes: 
" Watch and pray." 

2 Gird thy heavenly armor on, 
Wear it ever, night and day; 

Ambushed lies the evil one: 
" Watch and pray." 

3 Hear the victors who o'ercame 
Still they mark each warrior's 

CRUCIFIXION S. M. 



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All with one sweet voice exclaim, 
"Watch and pray." 

4 Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, 
Him thou lovest to obey ; 

Hide within thy heart His word, 
"Watch and pray." 

5 Watch, as if on that alone 
Hung the issue of the day; 

Pray that help may be sent down: 
" Watch and pray." 

Charlotte Elliott 
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Lord Jesus, think on me, 

And purge away my sin; 
From earth-born passions set me free, 

And make me pure within. 

2 Lord Jesus, think on me 
With many a care oppressed, 

Let me Thy loving servant be, 
And taste Thy promised rest. 

3 Lord Jesus, think on me 
Nor let me go astray; 

Through darkness and perplexity 
Point Thou the heavenly way. 

4 Lord Jesus, think on me, 
That, when the flood is passed, 

I may the eternal brightness see, 
And share Thy joy at last. 

Synesius ab. 400 
Tr. by Allen W. Chatfield 1874 

680 

Thou very present aid 
In suffering and distress! 



The soul, which still on Thee is stayed, 
Is kept in perfect peace, 

2 The soul, by faith reclined 
On the Redeemer's breast, 

'Midst raging storms, exults to find 
An everlasting rest. 

3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 
Whene'er Thy face appears; 

It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 
And dries the widow's tears. 

4 Jesus, to whom I fly, 
Doth all my wishes fill; 

In vain the creature streams are dry; 
I have the Fountain still. 

5 Stripped of my earthly friends, 
I find them all in One, 

And peace, and joy that never ends, 
And heaven, in Christ alone. 

Charles Wesley 1749 



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My God, is any hour so sweet, 

From blush of morn to evening star, 

As that which calls me to Thy feet, 
The hour of prayer? 

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 
And blest that solemn hour of eve, 

When, on the wings of prayer upborne, 
The world I leave. 

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; 
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; 

Then dost Thou cheer my solitude 
With hopes of heaven. 

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4 No words can tell what sweet relief 
Here for my every want I find; 

What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
W r hat peace of mind. 

5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every ftar; 
My spirit seems in heaven to stay; 

And e'en the penitential tear 
Is wiped away. 

6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, 
No privilege so dear shall be 

As thus my inmost soul to pour 
In prayer to Thee. 

Charlotte Elliott 1834 



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O King of mercy, from Thy throne on 

high, 
Look down in love, and hear our humble cry. 

2 Thou tender Shepherd of the blood-bought 

sheep, 
Thy feeble wandering flock in safety keep. 

3 gentle Saviour, by Thy death we live; 
To contrite sinners life eternal give. 

4 Thou art the bread of heaven, on Thee we 

feed; 
Be near to help our souls in time of need. 



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Friend, [end. 

Sweet fount of joy and blessings without 

6 O come and cheer us with Thy heavenly 

grace ; 
Reveal the brightness of Thy glorious face! 

7 Go where we go, abide where we abide, 
In life, in death, our comfort, strength, and 

guide. 

8 O guide us daily with Thine eye of love, 
And bring us safely to our home above! 

Thomas Rawson Birks 



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Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, 

Fain would our souls feel all Thy kindling 

love; [ing 

For we are weak, and need some deep reveal- 

Of trust, and strength, and calmness from 

above. 

2 Lord, we have wandered forth through 

doubt and sorrow, [one; 

And Thou hast made each step an onward 

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3 Now, Father, now in Thy dear presence 
kneeling, 
Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love ; 
Now make us strong; we need Thy deep 
revealing [above. 

Of trust, and strength, and calmness from 

Samuel Johnson 1846 
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When the world is brightest, 
And our hearts are lightest, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Let Thy hand be near us! 

2 When life's scene is shaded; 
All its bright hopes faded, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Light of heaven, be near us! 

3 When with blessings sated 
Or by praise elated, 
Blessed Jesus hear us! 

Let Thy cross be near us! 

4 When the night of sorrow 
Makes us dread to-morrow, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Light of heaven, be near us! 



5 When our foes surround us, 
When our sins have bound us, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 

Let Thy help be near us! 

6 When our hearts are grieving. 
O'er the grave bereaving, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 

Light of heaven, be near us! 
1 When in sickness lying, 
Dark with fear of dying, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Let Thy help be near us! 
8 When life, slowly waning, 
Shows but heaven remaining, 
Blessed Jesus, hear us! 
Light of all, be near us! 

C. K. S. " Church Hymns " 



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Thixe is the power, Lord, 

Humbly we crave, 
Thou wilt Thyself reveal, 

Mighty to save. 
Thine is ibe power, Lord, 

Help us to win, 
Hard are we now beset, 

Striving with sin. 

2 Thine is the power, Lord, 

Lowly we bend, 
Trusting Thy gracious word, 

Kinsman and Mend. 
Thine is the power, Lord, 

Grant us Thy peace; 
Now, from the tempter, Lord. 

Grant us release. 

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Keep us in sight; 
Let us not wander, Lord, 

Lost in the night. 
Thine is the power, Lord, 

Shield us from ill; 
Yet in the evil day, 

Trust Thee we will. 

4 Thine is the power, Lord, 
Ours is the need; 

'Tis in Thy gracious word, 

Dare we to plead. 
Thine is the power, Lord, 

Are we not Thine ? 
Be Thou our watch and ward, 

Saviour divine. 

Margaret K. S'angster 1889 
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Lord of mercy and of might, 
Of mankind the life and light, 
Maker, teacher, infinite, 
Jesus, hear and save. 

2 Mighty monarch ! Saviour mild ! 
Humbled to a mortal child, 
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, 
Jesus, hear and save. 



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3 Throned above celestial things, 
Borne aloft on angels 1 wings, 
Lord of lords, and King of kings, 

Jesus, hear and save. 

4 Soon to come to earth again, 
Judge of angels and of men, 
Hear us now, and hear us then, 

Jesus, hear and save. 

Reginald Heber 



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LEAD,kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, 

Lead Thou me on! 
The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 

Lead Thou me on! 
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene; one step enough for me. 

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 
Shouldst lead me on; 




I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past 

years ! 

3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone, 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Which I have loved long since, and lost 
Lead Thou me on ! awhile ! 

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God of pity, God of grace, 
When we numbly seek Thy face, 
Bend from heaven, Thy dwelliug place: 
Hear, forgive and save. 

2 When we in Thy temple meet, 
Spread our wants before Thy feet, 
Pleading at the mercy-seat; 

Look from heaven and save. 

3 When Thy love our hearts shall fill, 
And we long to do Thv will, 
Turning to Thy holy hill: 

Lord, accept and save. 



4 Should we wander from Thy fold, 
And our love to Thee grow cold, 
With a pitying eye behold; 

Lord, forgive and save. 

5 Should the hand of sorrow press, 
Earthly care and want distress, 
May our souls Thy peace possess; 

Jesns, hear and save. 

6 And whate'er our cry may be, 
When we lift our hearts to Thee, 
From our burden set us free: 

Hear, forgive and save. 

Eliza Fanny Morris 



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Sox of God, to Thee I cry: 

By the holy mystery 

Of Thy dwelling here on earth, 

By Thy pure and holy birth, 

Lord, Thv presence let me see, 

Manifest Thyself to me. 

2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry 

By Thy bitter agony, 

By Thy pangs to us unknown, 

By Thy spirit's parting groan, 

Lord, Thy presence let me see, 

Manifest Thyself to me. 

BYEFiELD C. M. 



3 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry: 
By Thy glorious majesty, 

By Thy triumph o'er the grave, 
Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
Lord, Thy presence let me see, 
Manifest Thyself to me. 

4 Lord of glory 
Man exalted to the sky 
With Thy love my bosom fill, 
Prompt me to perform Thy will; 
Then Thy glory I shall see, 
Thou wilt bring me home to Thee. 

Richard Mant 
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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Unaltered or expressed; 
The motion of a hidden fire 

That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
The falling of a tear, 

The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
That infant lips can try; 

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 



4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
Returning from his ways. 

While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, " Behold he prays! " 

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath. 
The Christian's native air, 

His watchword at the gates of death; 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

6 Thou, by whom we come to God, 
The Life, the Truth, the Way, 

The path of prayer Thyself hast trod; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 

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Guide me, Thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land; 

1 am weak, but Thou art mighty, 
Hold me with Thy powerful hand: 

Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

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Strong Deliverer, 
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Bid my anxious fears subside; 
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Land me safe on Canaan's side: 
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Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God; 
He whose word cannot be broken, 

Formed thee for His own abode. 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 
2 See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove: 

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Who can faint, while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? 
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 
3 Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 

Showing that the Lord is near: 
Thus deriving from their banner 

Light by night, and shade by day, 
Safe they feed upon the Manna 

Which He gives them when they pray. 

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1 love Thy kingdom, Lord, 
The house of Thine abode, 

The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
With His own precious blood. 

2 I love Thy Church, God: 
Her walls before Thee stand, 

Dear as the apple of Thine eye, 
And graven on Thy hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall, 
For her my prayers ascend; 

To her my cares and toils be given, 
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I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise 

5 Jesus, Thou friend divine, 
Our Saviour and our King, 

Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliverance bring 

6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, 
To Zion shall be given 

The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

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Praise the Rock of our salvation, 

Laud His name from zone to zone; 
On that Rock the Church is builded, 

Christ Himself the Corner-Stone; 
'Vain against our rock-built Zion 

Winds, and waters, fire and hail; 
Christ is in her midst; against her 

Sin and hell shall not prevail. 
2 Framed of living stones, cemented 

By the Spirit's unity, 
Based on prophets and apostles, 

Firm in faith, and stayed on Thee, 
May Thy Church, Lord incarnate, 

Grow in grace, in peace, in love; 
Emblem of the heavenly Zion, 

The Jerusalem above. 

ST. ANN'S C. M. 



3 Stands four-square that heavenly city; 
Paved with gold like crystal bright; 

Gates of pearl, and walls of jasper, 

Emerald and chrysolite; 
Broad and lofty tower its ramparts; 

At its gates twelve angels stand; 
On its walls twelve names are graven, 

Of the apostles' chosen band. 

4 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, 
Throned in everlasting light, 

'Midst Thy saints, no more is needed 
Sun by day, nor moon by night: 

Soon may we those portals enter, 
When this earthly strife is o'er, 

There to dwell with saints and angels 
In Thy presence evermore. 

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O, where are kings and empires now 

Of old that went and came ? 
But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet, 

A thousand years the same. 
2 We mark her goodly battlements, 

And her foundations strong; 
We hear within the solemn voice 

Of her unending song. 



3 For not like kingdoms of the world, 
Thy holy Church, Godl [her, 

Though earthquake shocks are threatening 
And tempests are abroad, 

4 Unshaken as eternal hills, 
Immovable she stands, 

A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
A house not made by hands. 

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Christ is made the sure Foundation, 
Christ the Head and Corner-Stone, 

Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 
Binding all the Church in one, 

Hoi} 7 Zion's Help forever, 
And her Confidence alone. 

2 All that dedicated city, 
Dearly loved of God on high, 

In exultant jubilation 

Pours perpetual melody; 
God the One in Three adoring 

In glad hymns eternally. 

3 To this temple, where we call Thee, 
Come, Lord of hosts, to-day: 

With Thy wonted loving-kindness, 
Hear Thy servants as they pray; 

And Thy fullest benediction 
Shed within its walls alway. 

4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants 
What they ask of Thee to gain, 

What they gain from Thee for ever 
With the blessed to retain, 



And hereafter in Thy glory 
Evermore with Thee to reign. 

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697 

Zion stands by hills surrounded, 

Zion kept by power divine: 
All her foes shall be confounded, 

Though the world in arms combine. 
Happy Zion! 

What a favored lot is thine! 

2 Every human tie may perish ; 
Friend to friend unfaithful prove; 

Mothers cease their own to cherish; 
Heaven and earth at last remove; 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 
Thence to bring thee forth more bright, 

But can never cease to love thee; 
Thou art precious in His sight: 

God is with thee, 
God thine everlasting light. 

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A mighty fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never failing; 
Our helper He amid the flood 
Of mortal ills prevailing; 
For still our ancient foe, 
Doth seek to work us woe; 
His craft and power are great, 
And armed with cruel hate; 
On earth is not his equal. 
2 Did we in our own strength confide, 

Our striving would be losing, — 
Were not the right Man on our side, 
The Man of God's own choosing: 
Dost ask who that may be ? 
Christ Jesus, it is He! 
Lord Sabaoth, His name, 
From age to age the same; 
And He must win the battle. 



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Great is the Lord our God, 
And let His praise be great; 

He makes His churches His abode, 
His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of His grace, 
How beautiful they stand, 

The honors of our native place, 
And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known, 
A refuge in distress; 



3 And though this world, with devils filled, 
Should threaten to undo us, 
We will not fear, for God hath willed 
His truth to triumph through us: 
The prince of darkness grim — 
We tremble not for him; 
His rage we can endure; 
For lo, his doom is sure; 
One little word shall fell him. 
4 That word above all earthly powers — 

No thanks to them — abideth; 
The Spirit and the gifts are ours, 
Through Him who with us sideth: 
Let goods and kindred go, 
This mortal life also; 
The body they may kill, 
God's truth abideth still; 
His kingdom is forever. 



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How bright has His salvation shone 
Through all her palaces. 

4 Oft have our fathers told, 
Our eyes have often seen, 

How well our God secures the fold, 
Where His own sheep have been. 

5 In every new distress 
We'll to His house repair; 

We'll think upon His wondrous grace, 
And seek deliverance there. 

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Lord of our life, and God of our salvation, Lord, Thou canst save when deadly sin 

Star of our night, and hope of every nation, assaileth, 

Hear and receive thy Church's supplication, Lord, o'er Thy Church nor death nor hell 

Lord God almighty. prevaileth; 

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God of mercy, God of grace, 
Show the brightness of Thy face; 
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, 
Fill Thy Church with light divine; 
Aud Thy saving health extend 
Unto earth's remotest end. 

2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 
Be by all that live adored: 
Let the nations shout and siu£, 



Glory to their Saviour King; 
At Thy feet their tribute pay, 
And Thy holy will obey. 

3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, 
Earth shall then her fruits afford: 
God to man His blessing give, 
Man to God devoted live; 
All below, and all above, 
One in joy, and light, and love. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 



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702 

To-day beneath benignant skies, 
'Mid scenes Thy favor beautifies, 
Our hopes and prayers to Thee we raise, 
And found a temple to Thy praise, 
Our humble work propitious own, 
As now we lay this corner-stone. 

2 Except the Lord the house do build, 
Except with grace the work be filled, 
All labor's vain. 0, Christ, impart 
Thy loving spirit to each heart: 
By Thee, to Thee, on Thee alone, 
We build, Thou fairest Corner-stone! 



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3 Here may the truth and right grow strong, 
Here love prevail Thy saints among, 
Here sinners feel Thy quickening grace, 
And seek with hasting joy Thy face; 

And thousands gladly make Thee known 
As their eternal Corner-stone. 

4 Build Thou the walls ! Make them so glow 
With glory, we on earth below 

The eternal splendors shall foresee; 
Grander than Salem's may they be, 
All luminous with grace Thine own, 
From topmost peak to corner-stone! 

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Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 

Built over earth and sea, 
Accept the walls that human hands 

Have raised to worship Thee. 

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, 
Within these walls t' abide, 

The peace that dwelleth without end 
Serenely by Thy side. 



3 May erring minds, that worship here, 
Be taught the better way; 

And they who mourn, and they who fear, 
Be strengthened as they pray. 

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 
And pure devotion rise, 

While, round these hallowed walls, the storm 
Of earth-born passion dies. 

William Cullen Bryant 1835 



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Christ is our Corner-stone; 

On Him alone we build; 

With His true saints alone 

The courts of heaven are filled: 
On His great love, our hopes we place 
Of present grace, and joys above. 
2 then with hymns of praise 

These hallowed courts shall ring! 
Our voices we will raise, 
The Three in One to sing; 
And thus proclaim in joyful song 
Both loud and long, that glorious name. 

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For evermore draw nigh; 

Accept each faithful vow, 

And mark each suppliant sigh: 
In copious shower, on all who pray, 
Each holy day, Thy blessing pour. 

4 Here may we gain from heaven 
The grace which we implore, 

And may that grace, once given, 
Be with us evermore, 
Until that day when all the blest 
To endless rest are called away. 

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Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne, 
Where Thy redeemed behold Thy face, 

Enter this temple, now Thine own, 
And let Thy glory fill the place. 

2 We praise Thee that to-day we see 
Its sacred walls before Thee stand; 

'Tis Thine for us — 'tis ours for Thee; 
Reared by Thy kind assisting hand. 

3 Oft as returns the day of rest, 
Let heartfelt worship here ascend; 

With Thine own joy fill every breast, 
With Thine own power Thy word attend. 



4 Here, in the dark and sorrowing day, 
Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still; 

wipe the mourner's tears away, 

And give new strength to meet Thy will. 

5 When round this board Thine own shall 
And keep the feast of dying love, [meet, 

Be our communion ever sweet, 

With Thee, and with Thy Church above. 

6 Come,faithful Shepherd, feed Thy sheep: 
In Thine own arms the lambs enfold ; 

Give help to climb the heavenward steep, 
Till Thy full glory we behold. 

Ray Palmer 1875 



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Lord of hosts, who^e glory fills 
The bounds of the eternal hills, 
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, 
To dwell in temples made with hands; 

2 Grant that all we, who here to-day 
Rejoicing this foundation lay, 

May be in very deed Thine own, 
Built on the precious Corner-stone. 

3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace, 
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place; 
The beauty of the oak and pine, 

The gold and silver, make them Thine. 



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4 To Thee they all belong; to Thee 
The treasures of the earth and sea; 
And, when we bring them to Thy throne, 
We but present Thee with Thine own. 

5 The heads that guide endue with skill, 
The hands that work preserve from ill, 
That we, who these foundations lay, 
May raise the topstone in its day. 

6 But now and ever, Lord, protect 
The temple of Thine own elect; 

Be Thou in them, and they in Thee, 
O ever-blessed Trinity! 

John Mason Neale 1844 







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O Jesus, our chief Corner-Stone, 
On Thee we rest, on Thee alone! 
The Rock of Ages, Thou; and we, 
As living stones, are built on Thee. 

2 In the beginning, Thou wast God; 
The heavens, by Thee, were spread abroad ; 
By Thee, was earth's foundation laid; 
Thy power upholds whate'er was made. 

3 We bless Thee, Immanuell 
Who dost in our own likeness dwell: 



Thy human nature, temple true, 
Wherein the Father's face we view. 

4 On hearts in faith confessing Thee, 
The Christ, the Son of God, to be, 
Thy living Church, Thou dost maintain, 
And gates of death resist in vain. 

5 O Lord, accept our offering free, 
And may this house be reared for Thee: 
On Thee we build, on Thee alone, 

O Jesus, Thou our Corner-Stone. 

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Spirit of the living God, 

In all Thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 

Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 
To preach the reconciling word; 

Give power and unction from above, 
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light, 
Confusion, order in Thy path: 

Souls without strength inspire with might; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Spirit of the Lord, prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet; 
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

5 Baptize the nations; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record; 

The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call Him Lord. 

James Montgomery 1825 

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709 

Wi bid thee welcome in the name 

Of Jesus, our exalted Head: 
Come as a Servant: so He came; 

And we receive thee in His stead. 

2 Come as a Shepherd: guard and keep 
This fold from hell and earth and sin; 

Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 

3 Come as a Watchman: take thy stand 
Upon thy tower amidst the sky; 

And when the sword comes on the land, 
Call us to fight, or warn to fly. 

4 Come as a Teacher: sent from God, 
Charged His whole counsel to declare: 

Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 

5 Come as a Messenger of peace: 
Filled with the Spirit, fired with love; 

Live to behold our large increase, 
And die to meet us all above. 

James Montgomery 1825 



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Lord of the harvest, hear 
Thy needy servants' cry; 

Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
And all our wants supply. 

2 On Thee we humbly wait, 
Onr wants are in Thy view; 

The harvest Lord, is truly great, 
The laborers are few. 



3 Convert and send forth more 
Into Thy Church abroad, 

And let them speak Thy word of power. 
As workers with their God. 

4 O let them spread Thy name, 
Their mission fully prove; 

Thy universal grace proclaim, 
Thine all-redeeming love. 

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How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill, 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 

And words of peace reveal! 

2 How charming is their voice, 
How sweet the tidings are! 

"Zion, behoid Thy Saviour King; 
He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears, 
That hear this joyful sound, 

Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found! 



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That see this heavenly light! 

Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice, 
And tuneful notes employ; 

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare His arm 
Through all the earth abroad; 

Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 

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Lord, Thou hast taught our hearts to glow 

With love's undying flame; 
But more of Thee we long to know, 

And more would love Thy name. 
% Thy life, Thy death, inspire our song, 

Thy Spirit breathes through all; 
And here our feet would linger long, 

But we obey Thy call. 
3 Thou bid'st us go, with Thee to stand 

Against hell's marshalled powers; 
And heart to heart, and hand to hand, 

To make Thine honor ours. 



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4 With Thine own pity, Saviour, see 
The thronged and darkening way: 

We go to win the lost to Thee, 
help us, Lord, we pray. 

5 Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak, 
Of Thy sweet love to tell ; 

Till they who wander far shall seek 
And find and serve Thee well. 

6 O'er all the world Thy Spirit send, 
And make Thy goodness known, 

Till earth and heaven together blend 
Their praises at Thy throne. 

Ray Palmer 1865 



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God of the Prophets! Bless the prophets' sons: 
Elijah's mantle o'er Elisha east; 

Each age its solemn task may claim but once: 
Make each a nobler, stronger than the last! 

2 Anoint them Prophets ! Make their ears 
attent 

To Thy divinest speech; their hearts awake 
To human need; their lips make eloquent 

To assure the right, and every evil break. 

B Anoint them Priests ! Strong intercessors 
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For pardon, and for charity and peace ! 
Ah, if with them the world might pass, astray, 

Into the dear Christ's life of sacrifice ! 

4 Anoint them Kings ! Ave, kindly kings, 
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Anoint them with the Spirit of Thy Son: 
Their's, not a jeweled crown, a blood-stained 
sword ; 

Their's, by sweet love, for Christ a king- 
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5 Make them Apostles ! Heralds of Thy 

cross, 
Forth may they go to tell all realms Tin 
grace ; 
Inspired of Thee, may they count all but loss, 
And stand at last with joy before Thy face. 

6 mighty age of prophet-kings, return ! 
O truth, faith, enrich our urgent time ! 

Lord Jesus Christ, again with us sojourn; 
A weary world awaits Thy reign sublime ! 

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Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 
Salvation through ImmanmTs name; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the Rose of Sharon there. 

2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
With flaming zeal your In-east inspire, 






Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And hush the tempest into peace. 

3 And when our labors all are o'er, 
Then we shall meet to part no more; 
Meet, with the blood-bought throng to 
And crown our Jesus, Lord of all. 

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4 Go, preach My gospel," saith the Lord, 
Bid the whole earth My grace receive; 

He shall be saved that trusts My word, 
And he condemned that won't believe. 

2 I'll make your great commission known; 
And ye shall prove My gospel true, 

By all the works that I have done, 
By all the wonders ye shall do. 

3 Go, heal the sick; go, raise the dead; 
Go, cast out devils in My name; 



Nor let My prophets be afraid, [pherne. 
Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas^ 

4 Teach all the nations My commands, 
I'm with you till the world shall end; 

All power is trusted to My hands, 
I can destroy, and I defend." 

5 He spake, and light shone round His head; 
On a bright cloud to heaven He rode: 

They, to the farthest nations, spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 

Isaac Watts 170C 



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717 

0, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 
When angels touch the quivering string, 

And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing. 

2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, 
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, 

When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
And, grateful, hymn Immauuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore; 

We own the bond that makes us Thine- 
And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
For Thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 
Accept Thine offered grace to-day; 

Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 

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Father, in these reveal Thy Son, 
In these for whom we seek Thy face; 

Adopt and seal them as Thine own, 
By Thy regenerating grace. 

2 Jesus, with us Thou always art. 
Now ratify the sacred sign, 

The gift unspeakable impart, 

And bless Thy sacrament divine. 

3 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high, 
Baptizer of our spirits, Thou! 

The purifying grace apply 

And witness with the water now. 

4 Pour forth Thine energy divine, 
And sprinkle the atoning blood; 

May Father, Son, and Spirit join 
To seal each child, a child of God. 

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Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding, 

With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 

While the lambs Thy bosom share- 
i Xov>, these little ones receiving, 

Fold them in Thy gracious arm; 
There, we know, Thy word believing, 

Only there, secure from harm. 



3 Xever, from Thy pasture roving, 
Let them be the lion's prey; 

Let Thy tenderness, so loving, 

Keep them all life's dangerous wav 

4 Then, within Thy fold eternal, 
Let them find a resting-place: 

Feci in pastures ever vernal, 
Drink the rivers of Thy grace. 

William Augustus Muhlenberg 



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Gracious Saviour, holy Shepherd, 

Little ones are dear to Thee; 
Gathered with Thine arms, and carried 

In Thy bosom, may they be 
Sweetly, fondly, safely tended, 

From all want and danger free. 
2 Let Thy holy word instruct them ; 

Fill their minds with heavenly light; 
Let Thy love and grace constrain them, 

HYDE L M. 



To approve whate'er is right; 
Let them feel Thy yoke is easy, 
• Let them prove Thy burden light. 
3 Taught to lisp Thy holy praises 

Which on earth Thy children sing, 
With, both lips and hearts, unfeigned, 

Glad thank-offerings may they bring; 
Then with all Thy saints in glory, 

Join to praise their Lord and King. 

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721 

Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 
From Thy secure enclosure's bound, 

And, lured by worldly joys away, 

Among the thoughtless crowd be found ; 

% Remember still that they are Thine, 
That Thy dear, sacred name they bear; 

Think that the seal of love divine, 
The sigu of covenant grace, they wear. 

3 In all their erring, sinful years, 
O let them ne'er forgotten be; 

Remember all the prayers and tears 
Which made them consecrate to Thee. 

4 And when these lips no more can pray, 
These eyes can weep for them no more, 



Turn Thou their feet from folly's way, 
The wanderers to Thy fold restore. 

Alice Bradley Hyde 1824 

722 

He who, a little Child, began 
The life divine to show to man, 
Proclaims from heaven the message free, 
"Let little children come to Me." 

2 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign 
Of sprinkled water, name them Thine: 
Their souls with saving grace endow, 
Baptize them with Thy Spirit now! 

3 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, 
Them safely in Thy way to guard; 

Thy blessing on then' lives command, 
And write their names upon Thy hand! 

W. Robertson 



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723 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How sweet the lily grows! 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill 

Of Sharon's dewy rose! 

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod; 

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 
The lily must decay; 

The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
Of man's maturer age 

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 Thou, who givest life and breath, 
We seek Thy grace alone, 

MONSELL S. M. 



In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still Thine own. 

Reginald Heber 1827 

724 

See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 
With all-engaging charms; 

Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in His arms! 

2 "Permit them to approach," He cries, 
"Xor scorn their humble name; 

For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
The Lord of angels came." 

3 We bring them,Lord, in thankful hands. 
And yield them up to Thee; 

Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, 
Thine let our offspring be. 

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 
Ye children, seek His face; 

And fly, with transport, to receive 
The blessings of His grace. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 
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To Thee, O God, in heaven, These little ones we bring, Giving to Thee what Thou hast given, Our dearest offering. 





To Thee, O God in heaven, 

These little ones we bring, 
Giving to Thee what Thou hast given, 

Our dearest offering. 
2 To Thee, O God, whose face 

Their angels do behold, 







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We bring them, praying that Thy grace 
May keep; Thine arms enfold. 

3 To Thee, who children blessed 
And suffered them to come, 

To Thee, who took them to Thy breast. 
We bring these infants home. 

James Freeman Clarke 1844 



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Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord, 
With shield of faith, and Spirit's sword: 
Forth to the battle may they go, 
And boldly fight agaiust the foe 
With banner of the cross unfurled, 
And by it overcome the world; 
And so at last receive from Thee 
The palm and crown of victory. 

STEIBELT S. M. 



2 Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come, 
And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home^ 
May each a living temple be 
Hallo w'd forever, Lord, to Thee; 
Enrich that temple's holy shrine 
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine, 
With wisdom, light and knowledge bless, 
Strength, counsel, fear and godliness. 

Christopher Wordsworth 1861 
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Stand, soldier of the cross, 
Thy high allegiance claim, 

And vow to hold the world but loss 
For thy Redeemer's name. 

2 Arise, and be baptized, 
And wash thy sins away; 

Thy league with God be solemnized, 
Thy faith avouched to-day. 

3 No more thine own, but Christ's; 
With all the saints of old, 



Apostles, seers, evangelists, 
And martyr-throngs enrolled: 

4 In God's whole armor strong, 
Front hell's embattled powers: 

The warfare may be sharp and long, 
The victory must be ours. 

5 O bright the conqueror's crown, 
The song of triumph sweet, 

When faith casts every trophy down 
At our great Captain's feet! 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1870 



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Now let every heart be fed 
With the true and living bread. 
2 While in penitence we kneel, 
Thy sweet presence let us feel, 
All Thy wondrous love reveal. 

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4 From the bonds of sin release, 
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730 

Jesus, Thou art the sinner's Friend: 

As such I look to Thee; 
Now, in the fulness of Thy love, 

Lord, remember me. 

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, 
Remember Calvary; 

Remember all Thy dying groans, 
And then remember me. 

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, 

1 yield myself to Thee; 

While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile, 
But Thy salvation's free; 

Then in Thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

5 And when I close my eyes in death, 
When creature-helps all flee, 

Then, my dear Redeemer God, 
I pray, remember me. 

Richard Burnham 1783 

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731 

How sweet and awful is the place, 

With Christ within the doors, 
While everlasting love displays 

The choicest of her stores. 

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, 
Join to admire the feast, 

Each of us cries, with thankful tongues, 
"Lord, why was I a guest?" 

3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, 
And enter while there's room, 

When thousands make a wretched choice, 
And rather starve than come?" 

4 'T was the same love that spread the feast, 
That sweetly forced us in; 

Else we had still refused to taste, 
And perished in our sin. 

5 Pity the nations, O our God; 
Constrain the earth to come; 

Send Thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 

Isaac Watts 1709 
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732 

At Thy command, our dearest Lord, 
Here we attend Thy dying feast; 

Thy blood, like wine, adorns Thy board, 
And Thine own flesh feeds every guest 

2 Our faith adores Thy bleeding love, 
And trusts for life in One that died; 

We hope for heavenly crowns above, 
From a Redeemer crucified. 






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3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
And fling their scandals on Thy cause; 

We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
And make our triumphs in His cross. 

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 
He that was dead has left His tomb; 

He lives above their utmost rage, 
And we are waiting till He come. 

Isaac Watts 1705 



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Jesus, at whose supreme command, 

We now approach to God, 
Before us in Thy vesture stand, 

Thy vesture dipped in blood. 

2 The tokens of Thy dying love 

let us all receive, 

And feel the quickening Spirit move, 
And sensibly believe. 

3 The cup oi blessing, blessed by Thee, 
Let it Thy blood impart; 

The bread Thy mystic body be, 
To cheer each languid heart. 

4 The living bread sent down from heaven. 
In us vouchsafe to be: 

Thy flesh for all the world is given, 
And all may live by Thee. 

Charles Wesley 1745 

734 

According to Thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 

1 will remember Thee. 



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2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
My bread from heaven shall be; 

Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember Thee. 

8 Gethsemane can I forget? 

Or there Thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat, 

And not remember Thee ? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 
And rest on Calvary, 

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, 
I must remember Thee. 

5 Remember Thee and all Thy pains, 
And all Thy love to me; 

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember Thee. 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, 

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

James Montgomery 1825 



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O Saviour! who didst come 

By water and by blood; 
Confessed on earth, adored in heaven, 

Eternal Son of God! 
2 Jesus, our life and hope, 

To endless years the same! 
We plead Thy gracious promises, 

And rest upon Thy name. 



3 By faith in Thee we live, 
By faith in Thee we stand, 

By Thee we vanquish sin and death, 
And gain the heavenly laud. 

4 Lord! increase our faith; 
Our fearful spirits calm; 

Sustain us through this mortal strife, 
Then give the victor's palm. 

Edward Osier 1836 



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Here at Thy table, Lord, 

This sacred hour, 
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In loving power; 
Calling our thoughts away 

From self and sin, 
As to Thy banquet hall, 

We enter in. 
2 Sit at the feast, dear Lord, 

Break Thou the bread; 
Fill Thou the cup that brings 

Life to the dead: 
That we may find in Thee, 

Pardon and peace; 
And from all bondage win 

A full release. 



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Be full, be sweet; 

And we shall find our strength 

For each day meet; 
Fed by Thy living bread, 

All hunger past, 
We shall be satisfied 

And saved at last. 

4 Come, then, Holy Christ, 
Feed us, we pray; 

Touch with Thy pierced hand 

Each common day, 
Making this earthly life 

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We find our place. 

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Blest feast of love divine! 

'Tis grace that makes us free 
To feed upon this bread and wine, 

In memory, Lord, of Thee! 
2 That blood which flowed for sin, 

In symbol here we see, 
And feel the blessed pledge within, 

That we are loved of Thee. 



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Be so divinely sweet, 

What will it be, Lord, above, 
Thy gladdening smile to meet! 

4 To see Thee face to face, 
Thy perfect likeness wear, 

And all Thy ways of wondrous grace 
.Through endless years declare! 

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Sion, ti» thy Saviour singing, 

To thy Prince and Shepherd bringing 

Sweetest hymns of love and praise. 
Thou wilt never reach the measure 
Of His worth, by all the treasure 

Of thy most ecstatic lays. 

2 Of all wonders that can thrill thee, 
And with adoration fill thee, 

What than this can greater be] 
That Himself to thee He giveth; 
He that eateth ever liveth. 

For the bread of life is He. 

3 Fill thy lips to overflowing 

With sweet praise, His mercy showing, 
Who this heavenly table spread. 

On this day so glad and holy, 

To each longing spirit lowly. 

Giveth He the living bread 



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4 Here the King hath spread His table, 
Whereon eyes of faith are able 

Christ our passover to trace. 
Shadows of the law are going, 
Light and life and truth inflowing, 

Night to day is giving place. 

5 Lo, this angels' food descending, 
Heavenly love is hither sending. 

Hungry lips on earth to feed. 
So the Paschal Lamb was given, 
So the manna came from heaven, 

Isaac was His type indeed. 

6 good Shepherd, bread life-giving, 
Us, Thy grace and life receiving. 

Feed and shelter evermore! 
Thou on earth our weakness guiding, 
We in heaven with Thee abiding. 

With all saints will Thee adore! 

Tr. by Alexander Ramsay Thompson 1883 

B. Tours 



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All praise to Him of Nazareth! 

The Holy One who came, 
For love of man, to die a death 

Of agony and shame! 
2 In tender memory of His grave, 

The mystic bread we take, 



And muse upon the life He gave 
So freely, for our sake. 

3 A boundless love He bore mankiud; 

may at least a part 
Of that strong love descend, and find 

A place in every heart! ' 

William Cullen Bryant 1S64 



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363 



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Thine own wounds supplied. 



740 

O Lord, who hast this table spread, 
What royal fare dost Thou provide; 

Thy broken body for our bread, 

The cup from Thine own wounds supplied. 

2 But e'en this bread will be a stone, 
This cup of blessing mock our thirst, 

Unless Thy gracious hand alone 

Shall bless and give them as at first. 

3 come then, Lord, and here preside; 
Give Thine own welcome to each guest; 

Xor let it be to love denied 

To lean confiding on Thy breast. 

TUCKERMAN C. M. 

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No more the hungering heart can need; 

Thyself the bread by which we live, 
Thy precious blood our drink indeed. 

5 Thus shall Thy cross be lifted up, 
Till Thou return, the King confessed, 

To call Thine own with Thee to sup 
Within Thy Father's kingdom blest. 

6 Lord, on high now glorified, 

When wilt Thou come to bring us home ? 
Hear Thou Thy Spirit and Thy Bride, 
And come, Lord Jesus, quickly come. 

Edward A,* Collier i88g 
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If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie; 
If tender thoughts within us burn, 

To feel a friend is nigh; 

2 O shall not warmer accents tell 
The gratitude we owe 

To Him, who died, our fears to quell, 
Our more than orphan's woe ? 

3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed 
Those pangs He would not flee, 

What love His latest words displayed, 
"Meet, and remember Me." 



4 Remember Thee, Thy death, Thy shame, 

Our sinful hearts to share! 
memory, leave no other name 

But His recorded there. 

Gerard Thomas Noel 183 

742 

Prepare us, Lord, to view Thy cross, 

Who all our griefs hast borne; 
To look on Thee whom we have pierced, 

To look on Thee, and, mourn. 
2 While thus we mourn we would rejoice, 

And as Thy cross we see, 
Let each exclaim, in faith and hope, 

The Saviour died for me! 

Thomas Cotterill 1820 



364 



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Other knowledge I disdain; 

'Tis all but vanity: 
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 

He tasted death for me. 
Me to save from endless woe 

The sin-atoning Victim died; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 



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And pleasure without end; 
This is all my happiness, 

On Jesus to depend; 
Daily in His grace to grow, 

And ever in His faith abide; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 

Charles Wesley 
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Linger on the trembling chords: 
Let the "little while" between 
In their golden light be seen; 
Let us think how heaven and home 
Lie beyond that "Till He come." 
2 When the weary ones we love 
Enter on their rest above, 
Seems the earth so poor and vast. 



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All our life-joy overcast ? 
Hush, be every murmur dumb; 
It is only, " Till He come." 
3 See, the feast of love is spread, 
Drink the wine and break the bread: 
Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
Call us round His heavenly board: 
Some from earth, from glory some, 
Severed only, " Till He come." 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1861 



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365 

L. van Beethoven 

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Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 

We now recall to mind, 
# Send the answer from above, 

And let us mercy find; 
Think on us who think on Thee; 

Every struggling soul release; 
remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 
2 By Thine agonizing pain 

Aud bloody sweat, we pray, 
By Thy dying love to man, 

Take all our sins away; 

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Burst our bonds and set us free, 

From iniquity release; 
O remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 
3 Let Thy blood, by faith applied, 

The sinner's pardon seal; 
Speak us freely justified, 

And all our sickness heal; 
By Thy passion on the tree, 

Let our griefs and trouble cease; 
remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace. 

Charles Wesley 1745 
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Bread of heaven, on Thee I feed, 
For Thy flesh is meat indeed; 
Ever may my soul be fed 
With this true and living bread; 
Day by day with strength supplied, 
Through the life of Him who died. 



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2 Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice; 
'Tis Thy wounds my healing give; 
To Thy cross I look and live. 
Thou my life, O let me be 
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee. 

Josiah Conder x8a< 



366 



THE CHURCH 



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Lamb of God, still keep me 

Near to Thy wounded side ; 
'Tis only there in safety 

And peace I can abide. 
What foes and snares surround me, 

What doubts and fears within ! 
The grace that sought and found me, 

Alone can keep me clean. 
2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, 

I know my life secure; 
Only in Thee abiding, 

The conflict can endure: 

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Thine arm the victory gaineth 

O'er every hateful foe; 
Thy love my heart sustaineth, 

In all its care and woe. 
3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee 

With rapture face to face; 
One half hath not been told me 

Of all Thy power and grace; 
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, 

The wonders of Thy love, 
Shall be the endless story 

Of all Thy saints above. 

James George Deck 
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Hark ! my soul, it is the Lord; 
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 
•• Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me? 

2 "I delivered thee when bound, 
And when wounded, healed thy wound 
Sought thee wandering, Bet thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare? 
Yes, she may forgetful be 

Yet will I remember thee. 



4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 "Thou shalt see My glory soon 
When the work of grace is done; 
Partner of My throne shalt be: 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is weak and faint; 
Yet I love Thee, and adore: 

O for grace to love Thee more ! 

William Cowper 



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bread to pilgrims given, 

food that angels eat, 
O manna sent from heaven, 

For heaven-born natures meet; 
Give us, for Thee long pining, 

To eat till richly filled; 
Till, earth's delights resigning, 

Our every wish is stilled. 
2 water, life bestowing, 

From out the Saviour's heart, 
A fountain purely flowing, 

A fount of love Thou art: 

HAVERLAND 



O let us, freely tasting, 

Our burning thirst assuage; 
Thy sweetness, never wasting, 

Avails from age to age. 
3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 

We Thee unseen adore; 
Thy faithful word believing, 

We take, and doubt no more: 
Give us, Thou true and loving, 

On earth to live in Thee: 
Then, death the veil removing, 

Thy glorious face to see. 

Tr.by Ray Palmer 



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At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide, Flowing from His pierced 

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At the Lamb's high feast we sing 
Praise to our victorious King, 
Who hath washed us in the tide, 
Flowing from His pierced side. 

2 Praise we Him, whose love divine 
Gives His sacred blood for wine, 
Gives His body for the feast: 
Christ the victim, Christ the priest. 

3 Where the paschal blood is poured, 
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; 
Israel's hosts triumphant go 
Through the wave that drowns the foe, 



4 Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, 
Paschal victim, paschal bread; 

With sincerity and love, 
Eat we manna from above. 

5 Mighty victim from the sky, 
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie; 
Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
Thou has brought us life and light. 

6 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; 
Holy Father, praise to Thee, 
With the Spirit, ever be ! 

Tr. by Robert Campbell 1850 



368 



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One in Three, and Three in One, In the name which highest angels Speak not,erethey veil their face, 
Come we to this sacred place. 



751 

In the name of God, the Father, 

In the name of God, the Son, 
In the name of God, the Spirit, 

One in Three, and Three in One, 
In the name, which highest angels 

Speak not, ere they veil their face, 
Crying, "Holy, holy, holy I* 

Come we to this sacred place. 
2 Here, in figure represented, 

See the passion once again; 
Here behold the Lamb most holy, 

As for our redemption slain; 

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Here the Saviour's body broken, 

Here the blood which Jesus shed, 
Mystic food of life eternal, 

See, for our refreshment spread. 
3 Here shall highest praise be offered; 

Here shall meekest prayer be poured; 
Here, with body, soul, and spirit, ' 

God incarnate be adored: 
Holy Jesus! for Thy coming, 

May Thy love our hearts prepare: 
Thine we fain would have them wholly, 

Enter, Lord! and tarry there. 

John William Hewett 1859 
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Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, 

Of His cross the mystery sing; 
Lift on high the wondrous trophy, 

Tell the triumph of the King: 
He, the world's Redeemer, conquers 

Death, through death now vanquishing. 
2 Word made flesh! His word life-giving, 

Gives His flesh our meat to be, 
Bids us drink His blood, believing 



Through His death, we life shall see: 
Blessed they who, thus receiving, 

Are from death and sin set free. 
3 Low in adoration bending 

Now our hearts our God revere; 
Faith, her aid to sight is lending, 

Though unseen the Lord is near: 
Ancient types and shadows ending, 
Christ our paschal Lamb is here. 

Thomas Aquinas 



THE LORD'S SUPPER 



369 



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753 

Jesus spreads His banner o'er us, 

Cheers our famished souls with food; 
He the banquet spreads before us 

Of His mystic flesh and blood. 
Precious banquet; bread of heaven; 

Wine of gladness, flowing free: 
May we taste it, kindly given, 

In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. 



2 In Thy holy incarnation, 

When the angels sang Thy birth; 
In Thy fasting and temptation; 

In Thy labors on the earth; 
In Thy trial and rejection; 

Im Thy sufferings on the tree; 
In Thy glorious resurrection; 

May we, Lord, remember Thee. 

Roswell Park 1835 



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754 

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, 

Thou Fount of Life, Thou Light of men, 

From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
We turn, unfilled, to Thee again. 

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 
Thou savest those that ou Thee call; 

To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, 
To them that find Thee, All in All. 

3 We taste Thee, Thou Living Bread, 
And long to feast upon Thee still; 



We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst, our souls from Thee to fill. 

4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, 
Where'er our changeful lot is cast; 

Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast 

5 Jesus, ever with us stay; 

Make all our moments calm and bright; 
Chase the dark night of sin away; 
Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. 

Bernard of Clairvaux 
Tr. by Ray Palmer 1858 



370 



THE CHURCH 



LANGRAN ios. 




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755 

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs, 

With trembling hand, that from Thy 

table fall, I come ; I kneel ; I clasp Thy pierced feet ; 

A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes Thoubid'stmetakemy place,a welcome guest 

To plead Thy promise, and obey Thy call. Among Thy saints,and of Thy banquet eat. 

2 I am not worthy „ to be thought Thy 4 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer; 

child, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee. 

Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board ; Dwell Thou forever in my heart ; and there, 

Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled, Lord, I shall sup with Thee, and Thou with 

I only ask one reconciling word. me. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth 1870 



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By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, 
We keep the memory adored, 
And show the death of our dear Lord, 
Until He come! 

2 His body, broken in our stead, 
Is here, in this memorial bread: 
And so our feeble love is fed 

Until He come ! 

3 His fearful drops of agony, 
His life-blood shed for us, we see: 



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Until He come! 

4 A nd thus that dark betrayal night 
With the last advent, we* unite, 

By one bright chain of loving rite, 
Until He come! 

5 O blessed hope! with this elate 
Let not our hearts be desolate, 

But, strong in faith and patience, wait 
Until He come! 

George Rawson 1857 



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Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; 

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Here, my Lord, I see Thee face to face ; Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong 
Here would I touch and handle things The brief, bright hour of fellowship with 
unseen; Thee. 

Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace, 
And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; 

The feast, though not the love, is passed 
2 Here would I feed upon the bread of and gone; 

God ; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here, 

Here drink with Thee the royal wine of Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun. 
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Here would I lay aside each earthly load; 
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 

3 This is the hour of banquet and of song, 
This is the heavenly table spread for me, 



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5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; 

Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above ? 
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, 

The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and 
love. 

Horatius Bonar 1657 
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Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord, 
And drink the holy blood for you outpoured. 



4 Offered was He for greatest and for least, 
Himself the victim and Himself the priest. 



2 Saved by that body and that holy blood, 5 Approach ye then with faithful hearts sin* 
With souls refreshed, we render thanks to cere, 

God. And take the safeguard of salvation here. 

3 Salvation's giver, Christ, God's only Son, 6 He, that His saints in this world rules and 
By His dear cross and blood the victory shields, 

won. To all believers, life eternal yields. 

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A parting hymn we sing 
Around Thy table, Lord, 

Again our grateful tribute bring, 
Our solemn vows record. 

2 Here have we seen Thy face, 
And felt Thy presence here, 

So may the savor of Thy grace 
In word and life appear. 



3 The purchase of Thy blood- 
By sin no longer led — 

The path our dear Redeemer trod 
May we, rejoicing, tread. 

4 In self-forgetting love 

Be Christian union shown, 
Until we join the Church above, 
And know as we are known. 

Aaron Robarts Wolfe 



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From the table now retiring 

Which for us the Lord hath spread, 
May our souls, refreshment finding, 

Grow in all things like our Head! 

2 His example while beholding, 
May our lives His image bear; 



Him our Lord and Master calling, 
His commands may we revere. 

3 Love to God and man displaying, 
Walking steadfast in His way, 

Joy attend us in believing, 

Peace from God, through endless day. 

John Rowe 1812 



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Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord; 
Help us to feed upon Thy word; 
All that has been amiss forgive, 
And let Thy truth within us live. 



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Wasli all our works in Jesus' blood; 
Give every fettered soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

Joseph Hart 1762 



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We come unto our fathers' God: 

Their rock is our salvation: 
Th' eternal arms, their dear abode, 

We make our habitation: 
■ Ve bring Thee, Lord, the praise they brought; 
We seek Thee as Thy saints have sought 

In every generation. 
2 The cleaving sins that brought them low 

Are still our souls oppressing; 
The tears that from their eyes did flow 

Fall fast, our shame confessing; 
As with Thee, Lord, prevailed their cry 
So our strong prayer ascends on high, 

And bringeth down Thy blessing. 



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Their song to us descendeth: 

The Spirit who in them did sing 

To us His music lendeth. 
His song in them, in us, is one; 
We raise it high, we send it on — 

The song that never endeth ! 

4 Ye saints to come, take up the strain — 
The same sweet theme endeavor! 

Unbroken be the golden chain ! 

Keep on the song for ever ! 
Safe in the same dear dwelling-place, 
Rich with the same eternal grace, 

Bless the same boundless Giver, 

Thomas Hornblower Gill 



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763 

Rock of Ages, one Foundation, 

On which the living Church doth rest, — 

The Church, whose walls are strong salvation, 
Whose gates are praise, — Thy name be 
blest ! 

2 Son of the living God ! O call us 
Once and again to follow Thee: 

And give us strength, whate'er befall us, 
Thy true disciples still to be. 

3 When fears appal, and faith is failing, 
Make Thy voice heard o'er wind and wave, 



"Why doubt ?" — and in Thy love prevailing 
Put forth Thine hand to help and save. 

4 And if our coward hearts deny Thee, 
In inmost thought, in deed, or word, 

Let not our hardness still defy Thee, 
But with a look subdue us, Lord. 

5 strengthen Thou our weak endeavor 
Thee in Thy sheep to serve and tend, 

To give ourselves to Thee for ever, 
And find Thee with us to the end. 

Henry Arthur Martin 1871 



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Who are these in bright array, 

This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar night and day, 

Hymning one triumphant song: 
Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 

Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 

New dominion every hour." 
2 These through fiery trials trod; 

These from great afflictions came; 
Now, before the throne of God, 

Sealed with His almighty name; 



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Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor-palms in every hand, 
Through their dear Redeemer's might, 

More than conquerors they stand. 
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed; 
Them the Lamb amidst the throne, 

Shall to living fountains lead; 
Joy and gladness banish sighs, 

Perfect love dispels all fear, 
And forever from their eyes 

God shall wipe away the tear. 

James Montgomery 
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765 

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 
When those who love the Lord 

In one another's peace delight, 
A.nd so fulfil His word. 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
And with him bear a part; 

When sorrow flows from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart; 

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 
Our wishes all above. 



Each can his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love; 

4 When love, in one delightful stream, 
Through every bosom flows; 

When union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glows. 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 
The happy souls above; 

And he's an heir of heaven that finds 
His bosom glow with love. 

Joseph Swain 1792 



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Forth to the Land of Promise bound, 

Our desert path we tread; 
God's fiery pillar for our guide, 

His Captain at our head. 

2 E'en now we faintly trace the hills, 
And catch their distant blue; 

And the bright City's gleaming spires 
Rise dimly on our view. 

3 Soon, when the desert shall be crossed, 
The flood of death passed o'er, 

Our pilgrim hosts shall safely land 
On Canaan's peaceful shore. 

4 There love shall have its perfect work, 
And prayer be lost in praise; 

And all the servants of our God 
Their endless anthems raise. 

Henry Alford 

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767 

Let saints below in concert sing 

With those to glory gone; 
For all the servants of our King 

In earth and heaven are one. 

2 One family, we dwell in Him, 
One Church above, beneath, 

Though now divided by the stream, 
The narrow stream of death. 

3 One army of the living God, 
To His command we bow; 

Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

4 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide; 
Then, when the word is given, 

Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, 
And laud us safe in heaven. 

Charles Wesley 1759 

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Happy the souls to Jesus joined, 

And saved by grace alone; 
Walking in all His ways, they find 

Their heaven on earth begun. 
2 The Church triumphant in Thy love, 

Their mighty joys we know; 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 

And we, in hymns below. 



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3 Thee, in Thy glorious realm, they praise, 
And bow before Thy throne; 

We, in the kingdom of Thy grace: 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The Holy to the Holiest leads; 
From hence our spirits rise; 

And he that in Thy statutes treads 
Shall meet Thee in the skies. 

Charles Wesley 1745 



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Oxe sole baptismal sign, 

One Lord below, above, 
Zion, one faith is thine, 

One only watchword, love: 
From different temples though it rise, 
One song ascendeth to the skies. 

2 Our Sacrifice is one; 

One Priest before the throne, 
The slain, the risen Son, 

Redeemer, Lord alone: 
Thou who didst raise Him from the dead, 
Unite Thy people in their Head. 



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His tenderest and His last, 

His constant, latest care 

Ere to His throne He passed, 
No longer unfulfilled remain, 
The world's offence, His people's stain i 

4 Head of Thy Church beneath, 
The catholic, the true, 

On all her members breathe, 
Her broken frame renew: 
Then shall Thy perfect will be done, 
When Christians love and live as one. 

George Robinson 1842 




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770 

Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love: 

The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 
We pour our ardent prayers; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are oue, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes; 
Our mutual burdens bear; 

And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 



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It gives us inward pain; 

But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 
Our courage by the way; 

While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
And sin we shall be free; 

And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

John Fawcett 



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For all Thy saints, Lord, 

Who strove in Thee to live, 
Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, 

Our grateful hymn receive. 
2 For all Thy saints, O Lord, 

Accept our thankful cry, 
Who counted Thee their great reward, 

And strove in Thee to die. 

SALTWICK 




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3 They all in life and death, 
With Thee, their Lord in view, 

Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath 
To suffer and to do. 

4 For this Thy name we bless, 
And humbly pray that we 

May follow them in holiness, 
And live and die in Thee. 

Richard Mant 
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772 

Far down the ages now, 
Her journey well nigh done, 

The pilgrim Church pursues her way, 
Until her crown be won. 

2 The story of the past 
Comes up before her view; 

How well it seems to suit her still. 
Old, and yet ever new. 

3 'Tis the same story still 
Of sin and weariness, 

Of grace and love yet flowing down 
To pardon and to bless. 

4 No wider is the gate, 
No broader is the way, 

No smoother is the ancient path, 
That leads to light and day, 

5 Thus onward still we press 
Through evil and through good, 

Through pain and poverty and want, 
Through peril and through blood. 

6 Still faithful to our God, 
And to our Captain true, 



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The kingdom in our view. 

Horatius Bonar 

773 

Dear Saviour, we are Thine, 

By everlasting bands; 
Our names, our hearts, we would resign, 

Our souls, into Thy hands. 

2 To Thee we still would cleave 
With ever-growing zeal; 

If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
let them ne'er prevail! 

3 Thy Spirit shall unite 

Our souls to Thee, our Head; 
Shall form in us Thine image bright 
That we Thy paths may tread. 

4 Death may our souls divide 
From these abodes of clay; 

But love shall keep us near Thy side. 
Through all the gloomy way. 

5 Since Christ and we are one, 
Why should we doubt or fear ? 

If He in heaven has fixed His throne, 
He'll fix His members there. 

Philip Doddridge 174c 



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From all Thy saints in warfare, 

For all Thv saints at rest, 
To Thee, blessed Jesus, 

All praises be addressed. 
Thou, Lord, didst win the battle 

That they might conquerors be: 
Their crowns of living glory 

Are lit with rays from Thee. 
2 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, 

And all the sacred throng, 
"Who wear the spotless raiment, 

Who raise the ceaseless song; 



DEDHAM C 

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For these, passed on before us, 

Saviour, we Thee adore, 
And, walking in their footsteps, 

Would serve Thee more and more. 
3 Then praise we God the Father, 

And praise we God the Son, 
And God the Holy Spirit, 

Eternal Three in One; 
Till all the ransomed number 

Fall down before the throne, 
And honor, power, and glory 

Ascribe to God alone. 

Earl Nelson 
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Give me the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The Baints above, how great their joys. 

How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 
And wet their conch with tears; 

They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came ? 
They, with united breath, 



Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to His death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod; 
His zeal inspired their breast; 

And following their incarnate God, 
Possess the promised rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 
For His own pattern given, 

While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 

Isaac Watts 1700 



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The Church's one foundation 

Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
She is His new creation 

By water and the word: 
From heaven He came and sought her 

To be His holy bride; 
With His own blood He bought her, 

And for her life He died. 
2 Elect from every nation, 

Yet one o'er all the earth, 
Her charter of salvation, 

One Lord, one faith, one birth; 
One holy name she blesses, 

Partakes one holy food, 
And to one hope she presses, 

With every grace endued. 



3 'Mid toil and tribulation, 
And tumult of her war, 

She waits the consummation 

Of peace for evermore; 
Till, with the vision glorious, 

Her longing eyes are blest, 
And the great Church victorious 

Shall be the Church at rest. 

4 Yet she on earth hath union 
With God the Three in One, 

And mystic sweet communion 
With those whose rest is won: 

O happy ones and holy! 

Lord, give us grace that we 

Like them, the meek and lowly, 
On high may dwell with Thee. 

Samuel John Stone 



1865 



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People of the living God, 

I have sought the world around, 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found. 
2 Now to you my spirit turns, 

Turns, a fugitive unblessed; 
Brethren, where your altar burns, 

O receive me into rest. 



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Where you dwell shall be my home, 
Where you die shall be my grave. 

4 Mine the God whom you adore, 
Your Redeemer shall be mine; 

Earth can fill my heart no more, 
Every idol I resign. 

James Montgomery 1825 



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Through the night of doubt and sorrow, 

Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
Singing songs of expectation, 

Marching to the Promised Land. 
And before us, through the darkness, 

Gleaming clear the guiding light; 
Brother clasps the hand of brother, 

And steps fearless through the night. 
2 One the strain which mouths of thousands 

Lift as from the heart of one; 
One the conflict, one the peril, 

One the march in God begun; 



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On the resurrection shore, 
With one Father o'er us shining 

In His love for evermore. 
3 Go we onward, pilgrim brothers, 

Yisit first the cross and grave, 
Where the cross its shadow flingeth, 

Where the boughs of cypress wave. 
Then, a shaking as of earthquakes, 

Then, a rending of the tomb, 
Then, a scattering of all shadows, 

And an end of toil and gloom. 

Bernhard Ingeman 1825 
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Send the baptism of Thy Spirit, 

Shed the pentecostal fire; 
Let us all Thy grace inherit, 

Waken, crown each good desire. 

3 Bind Thy people, Lord, in union, 

With the sevenfold cord of love; 
Breathe a spirit of communion 

With the glorious hosts above; 
Let Thy work be seen progressing; 

Bow each heart, and bend each knee, 
Till the world, Thy truth possessing, 

Celebrates its jubilee. 

Thomas William Aveling 1844 



779 

Hail! Thou God of grace and glory, 

Who Thy name hast magnified, 
By redemption's wondrous story, 

By the Saviour crucified; 
Thanks to Thee for every blessing, 

Flowing from the fount of love; 
Thanks for present good unceasing, 

And for hopes of bliss above. 

2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, 
Near Thy bright and burning throne, 

We invoke Thee, God most holy, 
Through Thy well-beloved Son; 



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These, before God's throne who stand ? 
Each a golden crown is wearing, 

Who are all this glorious band ? 
Hallelujah! hark, they sing, 
Praising loud their heavenly King. 
2 These are they who have contended 

For their Saviour's honor long, 
Wrestling on till life was ended, 

Following not the sinful throng: 
These, who well the fight sustained, 
Triumph through the Lamb have gained. 



3 These are they whose hearts were riven, 
Sore with woe and anguish tried, 

Who in prayer full oft have striven 

With the' God they glorified: 
Now, their painful conflict o'er, 
God has bid them weep no more. 

4 Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them, 
On Mount Zion's pastures fair; 

From His central throne He leads them 

By the living fountain there: 
Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme, 
Free He gives the cooling stream. 

Heinrich Theobald Schenk 
Tr. by Frances Elizabeth Cox 1841 



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781 

For all the saints, who from their labors rest, 
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, 
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blessed. 



5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare 

long, 
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song, 
And hearts are brave agaiu, and arms are 



2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress and °* 

their might: [fight; 6 Tne golden evenmg brightens in the west; 

Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought Soon,soon to faithful warriorscomesThy rest; 

Thou,in the darkness drear,their one true light. Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 

7 But lo,there breaks a yet more glorious day ; 

3 may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Th e saints triumphant rise in bright array; 
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, The King of glory passes on His way. 
And win with them the victor's crown of gold. g Frora earth , s wide bounds> from ocean > s 

farthest coast, [host, 

4 blest communion, fellowship divine! Through gates of pearl streams in the countless 
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. " Hallelujah, Hallelujah! " 

William Walsham How 1854 
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Beneath the shadow of the cross, 
As earthly hopes remove. 

His new commandment Jesus gives, 
His blessed word of love. 

2 bond of union, strong and deep! 
bond of perfect peace! 



Not e'en the lifted cross can harm 

If we but hold to this. 
3 Then, Jesus, be Thy Spirit ours, 

And swift our feet shall move 
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, 

And the sweet tasks of love. 

Samuel Longfellow 



1848 



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783 

Daughter of Zion, from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust: 

He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, 
Thy beautiful array; 

The day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
And send thy heralds forth; 

Say to the South, " Give up thy charge, 
And keep not back, North." 

4 They come, they come: thine exiled bands, 
Where'er they rest or roam, 

Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 

James Montgomery 1825 

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784 

Great God, the nations of the earth 

Are by creation Thine; 
And in Thy works, by all beheld, 

Thy radiant glories shine. 

2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent 
Thy gospel to mankind, 

Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in Thy mind. 

3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 
The spacious earth around, 

Till every tribe, and every soul, 
Shall hear the joyful sound ? 

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
To spread the gospel's rays, 

And build on sin's demolished throne 
The temples of Thy praise. 



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L. Masok 



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still in accents sweet and strong 

Sounds forth the ancient word, 
" More reapers for white harvest fields, 

More laborers for the Lord! " 
2 We hear the call; in dreams no more 

In selfish ease we lie, 
But girded for our Father's work. 

Go forth beneath His sky. 



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3 Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood, 
And prayers of saints were sown, 

We, to their labors entering in, 

Would reap where they have strown. 

4 Thou whose call our hearts has stirred ! 
To do Thy will we come; 

Thrust in our sickles at Thy word, 
And bear our harvest home. 

Samuel Longfellow 1864 



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Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead: 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy various charms be known: 
The world thy glories shall confess, 
Decked in the robes of righteousness. 

3 Xo more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread; 
Xo more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God from on high thy groans will hear; 
His hand thy ruins shall repair; 

Xor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

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Arm of the Lord, awake, awake; 
Put on Thy strength, the nations shake: 
And let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 

2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne, 
" I am Jehovah, God alone! " 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 Xo more let human blood be spilt, 
Tain sacrifice for human guilt; 

But to each conscience be applied 
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 

4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim 
In every clime, of every name, 

Till adverse powers before Thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour, Lord of all. 

William Shrubsole 
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Wake the song of jubilee; 

Let it echo o'er the sea: 

Xow is come the promised hour; 

Jesus reigns with glorious power. 

2 All ye nations, join and sing, 

Praise your Saviour, praise your King' 



Let it sound from shore to shore, 
" Jesus reigns for evermore! " 
3 Hark, the desert lands rejoice; 
And the islands join their voice: 
Jov! the whole creation sings, 
"Jesus is the King of kings! " 

Leonard Bacon 182: 



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Watchman, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are: 
Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory-beaming star! 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of joy or hope foretell? 
Traveller, yes; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 
2 Watchman, tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends: 
Traveller, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 




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Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller, ages are its own, 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 
3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn: 
Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home: 
Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace, 

Lo, the Son of God is come! 

John Bowring 1825 
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The harvest dawn is near, 
The year delays not long; 

And he who sows with many a tear, 
Shall reap with many a song. 



2 Sad to his toil he goes, 

His seed with weeping leaves; 

But he shall come at twilight's close, 
And bring his golden sheaves. 

George Burgess 1839 



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Look from Thy sphere of endless day, 
God of mercy and of might; 

In pity look on those who stray, 
Benighted, in this land of light. 

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 

In crowded mart, by stream or sea, 
How many of the sons of men 

Hear not the message sent from Thee. 

3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call 
The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 



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A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 

4 Send them Thy mighty word to speak, 
Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 

To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
And bind and heal the broken heart. 

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
That make us sadden as we gaze, 

Shall grow with living waters green, 
And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 

William Cullen Bryant 1840 
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792 

Come, Divine Immanuel, come, 
Take possession of Thy home; 
Now Thy mercy's wings expand, 
Stretch throughout the happy land. 

2 Carry on Thy victory, 
Spread Thy rule from sea to sea; 
Rescue all Thy ransomed race, 
Save us, save us, Lord, by grace. 

3 Take the purchase of Thy blood. 
Bring as to a pardoning God: 
Give us eyes to see our day, 
Hearts the gospel truth to obey: 



4 Ears to hear the gospel sound, 
Grace doth more than sin abound; 
God appeased, and man forgiven, 
Peace on earth, and joy in heaven. 

5 that every soul might be 
Perfectly subdued to Thee! 

that all in Thee might know 
Everlasting life below! 

6 Now Thy mercy's wings expand, 
Stretch throughout the happy land: 
Take possession of Thy home; 
Come, Divine Immanuel, come! 

Charles Wesley 



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Fling out the banner: let it float 

Skyward and seaward, high and wide; 

The sun, that lights its shining folds, 
The cross, on which the Saviour died. 

2 Fling out the banner: angels bend 
In anxious silence o'er the sign, 

And vainly seek to comprehend 
The wonder of the love divine. 

3 Fling out the banner: heathen lands 
Shall see from far the glorious sight; 

And nations, crowding to be born, 
Baptize their spirits in its light. 

4 Fling out the banner: let it float 
Skyward and seaward, high and wide: 

Our glory only in the cross, 
Our only hope, the Crucified. 

5 Fling out the banner: wide and high, 
Seaward and skyward let it shine; 



Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours; 
We conquer only in that sign. 

George Washington Doane 1848 

794 

Soon may the last glad song arise 
Through all the millions of the skies, 
That song of triumph, which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's. 

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms 
Obedient, mighty God, to Thee; [be 
And over land, and stream, and main, 
Wave Thou the sceptre of Thy reign. 

3 that the anthem now might swell, 
And host to host the triumph tell, 
That not one rebel heart remains, 



But over all the Saviour reigns. 

Mrs. Voice 



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795 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run; 
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For Him shall endless prayer be made; 
And praises throng to crown His head; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on His love with sweetest song; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on His name. 



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4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where He displays His healing power, 
Death and the curse are known no more; 
In Him the tribes of Adam boast 
More blessings than their father lost. 

6 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen. 

Isaac Watts 1719 



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Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, 

rise ; 
Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes : 
See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis- 
play, 
And break upon thee in a flood of day. 
2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, 
In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 



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Walk in thy light, ar.d in thy temple bend: 
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate 

kings, 
While every land its joyous tribute brings. 

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 

decay, 
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away: 
But fixed His word, His saving power remains; 
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 

Alexander Pope 1720 



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Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With loving zeal ; 
The poor, and them that mourn, 
The faint and overborne, 
Sin-sick and sorrow worn, 

Whom Christ doth heal. 
2 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With fervent prayer: 
The wayward and the lost, 
By restless passion tossed, 
Redeemed, at countless cost, 

From dark despair. 




3 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With one accord; 
With us the work to share, 
With us reproach to dare, 
With us the cross to bear, 

For Christ our Lord. 

4 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With joyful song; 
The new-born souls, whose days, 
Reclaimed from error's ways, 
Inspired with hope and praise, 

To Christ belong. 



Samuel Wolcott 1869 



MISSIONS 



389 



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Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 

And took their flight; 
Hear us, we humbly pray, 
And where the gospel's day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

" Let there be light." 
2 Thou, who didst come to bring 
On Thy redeeming wing 

Healing and sight, 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Sight to the inly blind, 
O, now to all mankind 

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Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Speed forth Thy flight: 
Move o'er the water's face, 
Bearing the lamp of grace, 
And in earth's darkest place 

" Let there be light." 

4 Blessed and holy Three, 
Glorious Trinity, 

Wisdom, Love, Might: 
Boundless as ocean's tide, 
Rolling in fullest pride, 
Through the world, far and wide, 

" Let there be light." 

John Marriott 
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Come, kingdom of our God, 
Sweet reign of light and love, 

Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, 
And wisdom from above. 

2 Over our spirits first 
Extend Thy healing reign; 

There raise and quench the sacred thirst 
That never pains again. 

3 Come, kingdom of our God, 
And make the broad earth Thine s 



Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
That flowers with grace divine 

4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
With fruit from life's glad tree; 

And in its shade, like brothers, rest, 
Sons of one family. 

5 Come, kingdom of our God, 
And raise the glorious throne 

In worlds by the undying trod, 
When God shall bless His own. 

John Johns 1837 



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When shall the voice of singing 

Flow joyfully along, 
When hill and valley, ringing 

With one triumphant song, 
Proclaim the contest ended, 

And Him who once was slain, 
Again to earth descended, 

In righteousness to reign ? 

2 Then from the craggy mountains 

The sacred shout shall fly; 
And shady vales and fountains 

Shall echo the reply: 
High tower and lowly dwelling 

Shall send the chorus round, 
All " Hallelujah " swelling 

In one eternal sound. 

James Edmestor. 1822 

801 

How beauteous, on the mountains, 

The feet of him that brings, 
Like streams from living fountains, 

Good tidings of good things; 
That publisheth salvation, 

And jubilee release, 
To every tribe and nation, 

God's reign of joy and peace, 

2 Lift up thy voice, watchman! 

And shout, from Zion's towers, 
Thy hallelujah chorus, — 

" The victory is ours I " 



The Lord shall build up Zion 

In glory and renown, 
And Jesus, Judah's lion, 

Shall wear His rightful crown. 

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; 

waste. Jerusalem! 
Let songs, instead of sadness, 

Thy jubilee proclaim; 
The Lord, in strength victorious, 

Upon thy foes hath trod; 
Behold, earth! the glorious 

Salvation of our God! 

Benjamin Gough 1865 

802 

that the Lord's salvation 

Were out of Zion come, 
To heal His ancient nation, 

To lead His outcasts home. 
How long the holy City 

Shall heathen feet profane ? 
Return, Lord, in pity; 

Rebuild her walls again. 

2 Let fall Thy rod of terror, 

Thy saving grace impart; 
Roll back the veil of error, 

Release the fettered heart. 
Let Israel, home returning, 

Her lost Messiah see; 
Give oil of jov for mourning, 

And bind Thy Church to Thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte 1834 



MISSIONS 



391 



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Now be the gospel banner 

In every land unfurled, 
And be the shout, " Hosanna! " 

Re-echoed through the world: 
Till every isle and nation, 

Till every tribe and tongue, 
Receive the great salvation, 

And join the happy throng. — Cho. 

2 What though the embattled legions 
Of earth and hell combine ? 

His power, throughout their regions, 
Shall soon resplendent shine: 

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Ride on, Lord, victorious, 

Immanuel, Prince of peace; 
Thy triumph shall be glorious, 

Thine empire still increase. — Cho. 

3 Yes, Thou shalt reign for ever, 

Jesus, King of kings: 
Thy light, Thy love, Thy favor, 

Each ransomed captive sings 
The isles for Thee are waiting, 

The deserts learn Thy praise, 
The hills and valleys greeting, 

The song responsive raise. — Cho. 

Thomas Hastings 1828 

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Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succor speedy 
To those who suffer wrong; 

To help the poor and needy, 
And bid the weak be strong; 

To give them songs for sighing, 
Their darkness turn to light, 

Whose souls condemned aud dying, 
Were precious in His sight. 

3 He shall come down like showers, 
Upon the fruitful earth, 

And love and joy, like flowers, 
Spring in His path to birth: 

Before Him on the mountains 
Shall peace, the herald, go; 

And righteousness in fountains 
From hill to valley flow. 

4 For Him shall prayer unceasing 
And daily vows ascend; 

His kingdom still increasing, 
A kingdom without end: 



The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove; 
His name shall stand forever, 

That name to us is Love. 

James Montgomery 1822 

805 

The morning light is breaking; 

The darkness disappears; 
The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears; 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 See heathen nations bending 
Before the God we love, 

And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above; 
While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing — 

A nation in a day. 

3 Blest river of salvation! 
Pursue thine onward way; 

Flow thou to every nation, 

Nor in thy richness stay: 
Stay not till all the lowly 

Triumphant reach their home: 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim — "The Lord is come!" 

Samuel F. Smith 1832 



MISSIONS 



393 



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1 O Church of God, go forward I 
The wilderness thy way; 

Let not thy footsteps falter, 
Nor in thy march delay. 

Earth is no place for resting; 
We sojourn but awhile, 

Then follow Christ more closely, 
Encouraged by His smile. 

2 Church of God, go forward; 
The Land of Promise see, 

Soon will we cross the Jordan, 
And in fair Canaan be. 

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The heavenly home before us, 

Why should we tarry here ? 
Although the way seems tedious, 

Eternal joy is near. 

3 'Tis God who says " Go forward" 

Thy pathway through the sea, 
Beside the smoking Sinai, 

Along the flowery lea. 
Soon thou wilt stand on Nebo, 

Thy weary wanderings o'er; 
Then spring from earth to heaven, 

With Christ forevermore. 

Peter Stryker 1890 
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With the sweet word of peace 

We bid our brethren go; 

Peace, as a river to increase, 

And ceaseless flow. 

2 With the calm word of prayer 
We earnestly commend 

Our brethren to Thy watchful care, 
Eternal Friend! 

3 With the dear word of love 
We give our brief farewell ; 

Our love below, and Thine above, 
With them shall dwell. 



4 With the strong word of faith 
We stay ourselves on Thee: 

That Thou, Lord, in life and death 
Their help shalt be. 

5 Then the bright word of hope 
Shall on our parting gleam, 

And tell of joys beyond the scope 
Of earthborn dream. 

6 Farewell! in hope, and love, 

In faith, and peace, and prayer; 
Till He, whose home is ours above, 
Unite us there ! 

George Watson 



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From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand: 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 

Though every prospect pleases, 

And only mau is vile: 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown, 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
With wisdom from on high, 

Can we to men benighted 
The lamp of life deny ? 

Salvation, O salvation! 
The joyful sound proclaim, 

Till earth's remotest nation 
Has learned Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
And you, ye waters, roll, 

Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole; 



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Till, o'er our ransomed nature, 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 

Redeemer, King, Creator, 
In bliss returns to reign. 

Reginald Heber 1819 

809 

Our country's voice is pleading, 

Ye men of God, arise! 
His providence is leading, 

The land before you lies; 
Day-gleams are o'er it brightening, 

And promise clothes the soil; 
Wide fields, for harvest whitening, 

Invite the reaper's toil. 

2 Go where the waves are breaking 
On California's shore, 

Christ's precious gospel taking, 
More rich than golden ore: 

On Alleghany's mountains, 
Through all the western vale, 

Beside Missouri's fountains, 
Rehearse the wondrous tale. 

3 The love of Christ unfolding, 
Speed on from east to west, 

Till all, His cross beholding, 

In Him are fully blessed. 
Great Author of salvation, 

Haste, haste the glorious day, 
When we, a ransomed nation, 

Thy scepter shall obey! 

Maria Frances Anderson 1848 



MISSIONS 



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Send Thou, O Lord, to every place 
Swift messengers before Thy face, 
The heralds of Thy wondrous grace, 
Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 

2 Send men whose eyes have seen the King; 
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring; 
Send such Thy lost ones home to bring; 

Send them where Thou wilt come. 

3 To bring good news to souls in sin; 
The bruised and broken hearts to win; 
In every place to bring them in; 

Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 

RISEHOLME 8s, 4. 



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Assert, Christ, Thy glory's name! 
And far to lands of pagan shame, 

Send men where Thou wilt come. 

5 Gird each one with the Spirit's sword, 
The sword of Thine own deathless word; 
And make themconquerors,conquering Lord, 

Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 

6 Raise up, Lord the Holy Ghost 
From this broad laud a mighty host, 
Their war cry, "We will seek the lost, 

Where Thou, O Christ, wilt come ! " 

Mrs. Merrill E. Gates 1889 
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Father of all, from land and sea 
The nations sing, " Thine, Lord, are we, 
Countless in number, but in Thee 
May we be one." 

2 Son of God, whose love so free 
For men did make Thee Man to be, 
United to our God in Thee, 

May we be one. 

3 Thou, Lord, didst once for all atone; 
Thee may both Jew and Gentile own 



Of their two walls the Corner Stone, 
Making them one. 

4 Join high and low, join young and old, 
In love that never waxes cold; 

Under one Shepherd, in one fold, 
Make us all one. 

5 So, when the world shall pass away, 
May we awake with joy and say, 

" Now in the bliss of endless day 
We are all one." 

Christopher Wordsworth 186a 



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Saviour, sprinkle many nations, 

Fruitful let Thy sorrows be; 
By Thy pains and consolations, 

Draw the Gentiles unto Thee: 
Of Thy cross, the wondrous story, 

Be it to the nations told; 
Let them see Thee in Thy glory, 

And Thy mercy manifold. 
2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, 

Pants for Thee each mortal breast; 
Human tears for Thee are flowing, 

Human hearts in Thee would rest, 



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Thirsting, as for dews of even, 

As the new-mown grass for rain ; 
Thee, we seek, as God of heaven, 

Thee as Man for sinners slain. 
3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting, [sight, 

Stretched the hand, and strained the 
For Thy Spirit, new creating 

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light: 
Give the word, and of the preacher 

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, 
Till on earth by every creature 

Glory to the Lamb be sung. 

Arthur Cleveland Coxe 1851 
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Christians, up! the day is breaking, 

Gird your ready armor on; 
Slumbering hosts around are waking, 

Rouse ye! in the Lord be strong! 
While ye sleep or idly linger, 

Thousands sink, with none to save; 
Hasten! Time's unerring finger 

Points to many an open grave. 
2 Hark! unnumbered voices crying, 

"Save us, or we droop and die!" 
Succor bear the faint and dying, 

On the wings of mercy fly: 



Lead them to the crystal fountain 

Gushing with the streams of life; 
Guide them to the sheltering mountain, 

For the gale with death is rife. 
3 See the blest millennial dawning! 

Bright the beams of Bethlehem's star; 
Eastern lands, behold the morning; 

Lo! it glimmers from afar: 
O'er the mountain-top ascending, 

Soon the scattered light shall rise, 
Till, in radiant glory blending, 

Heaven's high noon shall greet our eyes. 

Elbert S. Porter 1846 



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On the mountain's top appearing, 

Lo, the sacred herald stands, 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 

Zion long in hostile lands: 
Mourning captive, 

God, Himself will loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 

Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 



By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 

Cease thy mourning; 
Zion still is well beloved. 

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 

He Himself appears thy Friend; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee; 

Here their boasts and triumphs end: 
Great deliverance 

Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 

Thomas Kelly 



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Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ; 3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing ; 

Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain; Streams ever copious are gliding along; 

Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourn- Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ring- 



Ziou iu triumph begins her mild reign, [ing; 

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- 
tog, 

Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; 
Hail to the millions from bondage returning; 

Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 



ing; 
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 

4 See,from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, 
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; 

Fallen are the engines of war and commotion; 
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 

Thomas Hastings 1832 



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Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness ; 

Wake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no 

more: [gladness; 

Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of 

Rise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 

2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that 

subdued them, [far: 

And scattered their legions, was mightier 



They fled like the chaff from the scourge that 

pursued them; [of war. 

Yain were their steeds and their chariots 

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath 

saved thee, [should be; 

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel 

Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 

thee; [free. 

The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is 

Anon. 1830 



817 7*d. 

Hark! the song of jubilee, 

Loud as mighty thunders roar. 
Or the fulness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore: 
Hallelujah! for the Lord 

God Omnipotent shall reign; 
Hallelujah! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

2 Hallelujah! hark, the sound, 
From the centre to the skies, 

Wakes above, beneath, around, 

All creation's harmonies. 
See Jehovah's banners furled, [done, 

Sheathed His sword: He speaks; 'tis 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of His Son. 

3 He shall reign from pole to pole 
With illimitable sway; 

He shall reign, when, like a scroll 

Yonder heavens have passed away, 
Then the end; beneath His rod 



Man's last enemy shall fall: 
Hallelujah! Christ in God, 
God in Christ, is All in all. 

James Montgomery 1819 

818 7* d 

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 

When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
Every nation, every clime, 

Shall the gospel call obey. 
Mightiest kings His power shall own, 

Heathen tribes His name adore; 
Satan and his host o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 
2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 

Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
Time shall sun and moon obscure, 

Seas be dried, and rocks be riven, 
But His reign shall still endure, 

Endless as the days of heaven. 

Harriet Auber 1829 



400 



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Christian, see, the orient morning 
Breaks along the heathen sky; 

Lo! the expected day is dawning, 
Glorious dayspring from on high: 
Hallelujah! 

Hail the dayspring from on high! 

2 Zion's Sun, salvation beaming, 
Gilding now the radiant hills, 

Rise and shine, till, brighter gleaming, 

TOMLINSON 8s, 7 s 4. 



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Hallelujah! 
Hail the dayspring from on high! 
3 Lord of every tribe and nation, 

Spread Thy truth from pole to pole! 
Spread the light of Thy salvation, 
Till it shine on every soul: 
Hallelujah! * 
Hail the dayspring from on high! 

Anon. 1823 
J. TOMXINSON 
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O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Cheered by no celestial ray, 
Sun of righteousness, arising, 

Bring the bright, the glorious day: 
Send the gospel 

To the earth's remotest bound. 
2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light; 
And from eastern coast to western 



May the morning chase the night; 

And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day! 
3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 

Win and conquer, never cease; 
May thy lasting, wide dominion 
Multiply and still increase; 

Sway Thy sceptre. 
Saviour, all the world around! 

William Williams 1772 



TIMES AND SEAS6NS 
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Hosanna to the living Lord! 
Hosanna to the Incarnate Word: 
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing! 

2 Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; 
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply; 
Above, beneath us, and around, 

The dead and living swell the sound. 

3 Saviour! with protecting care, 
Return to this Thy house of prayer: 

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Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
Here we Thy parting promise claim! 

4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, 
Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest, 

And make our secret soul to be 
A temple pure, and worthy Thee! 

5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
Shall swell the sound of praise again. 

Reginald Heber 181 
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Alleluia! Fairest morning! 

Fairer than our words can say! 
Down we lay the heavy burden 

Of life's toil and care to-day; 

While this morn of joy and love 

Brings fresh vigor from above. 
2 Sun-day, full of holy glory! 

Sweetest rest-day of the soul! 
Light upon a world of darkness 



From thy blessed moments roll! 

Holy, happy, heavenly day, 

Thou canst charm our grief away. 
3 Let the day with Thee be ended, 

As with Thee it has begun ; 
And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted, 

Till earth's days and weeks are done; 

That, at last, Thy servants may 

Keep eternal Sabbath-day. 

Jonathan Krause 
Tr. by Jane Borthwick 1853 



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Come, my soul, thou must be waking, 
Now is breaking 
O'er the earth another day: 
Come, to Him who made this splendor, 

See thou render 
All thy feeble strength can pay. 

2 Gladly hail the sun returning: 

Ready burning 
Be the incense of thy powers: 
For the night is safely ended; 

God hath tended 
With His care thy helpless hours. 

3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth. 

He unfoldeth 
Every fault that lurks within; 



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He the hidden shame glossed over 

Can discover, 
And discern each deed of sin. 

4 May est thou on life's last morrow, 

Free from sorrow, 
Pass away in slumber sweet: 
And, released from death's dark sadness, 

Rise in gladness, 
That far brighter Sun to greet. 

5 Only God's free gifts abuse not, 
Light refuse not, 

But His Spirit's voice obey; 
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding 

Light enfolding 
All thiugs in unclouded day. 

Fredench Rudolph Louis, Baron Von Canitz i6;q 
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Casting down their crowns before Thee, 
White-robed Elders, Lord, adore Thee! 

Cherubim with lips of flame, 
With them in the worship vieing, 
; 'Holy, holy, holy" crying, 

Laud and magnify Thy name! 

2 Lamb once slain, and Judah's Lion, 
Throned upon the heavenly Zion, 

Root of David, Thee they praise! 
Singing: Glory, honor, power 
Are Thy wasteless, rightful dower, 

Throughout everlasting days! 



3 And like mighty thunderings o'er us, 
Rolls the grand angelic chorus, 

In its awful majesty. 
Myriad rapturous tongues confessing: 
" Wisdom, riches, glory, blessing, 

Lamb of God, belong to Thee! " 

4 King of kings! and may our lowly 
Mortal lips, the worship holy 

Dare to join, in faith and love! 
Us on earth Thy life enfolding, 
They in heaven Thy face beholding, 
Thy one Church below, above. 

Alexander Ramsay Thompson 



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Still, still with Thee, when purple morning 
breaketh [flee: 

When the bird waketh, and the shadows 
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the day- 
light, [Thee. 
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with 



2 Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, 
The solemn hush of nature newly born; 

AJone with Thee, in breathless adoration, 
Tn the calm dew and freshness of the 
morn. 



3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to 

slumber, 
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; 
Sweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o'er- 

shadowing, [there. 

But sweeter still to wake and find Thee 

4 So shall it be at last in that bright 

morning [flee ; 

When the soul waketh, and life's shadows 

0! in that hour, and fairer than day's 

dawning, [Thee ! 

Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with 

Harriet Beecher Stowe 1853 



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TIMES AND SEASONS 



GERMANY L. M. 



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Lord God of morning aud of nicrht, 
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light; 

As in the dawn the shadows fly 

We seem to find Thee now more nigh. 

2 Fresh hopes have wakened iu the heart, 
Fresh force to do our daily part ; 

Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, 
A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. 

3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, 
Oft what we would we cannot do: 



The sun may stand in zenith skies, 
But on the soul thick midnight lies. 

4 O Lord of lights, 'tis Thou alone 

Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own; 
Though this new day with joy we see, 
dawn of God, we* cry for Thee. 

5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend; 
Praise Him through time, till time shall end; 
Till psalm and song His name adore 
Through heaven's great day of Evermore. 

Francis Turner Palgrave 1867 



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Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who, all night long, unwearied sing 
High praise to the eternal King. 

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; 
Disperse my sins as morning dew; 

Guard my first springs of thought and will. 
And with Thyself my spirit fill. 

5 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All I design, or do, or say; 



That all my powers, with all their might, 
In Thy sole glory may unite. 

Thomas Ken 1607 

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New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought 
Restored to life, and power, aud thought. 

2 Xew mercies, each returning day, 
Hover around us while we pray; 
Xew perils past, new sins forgiven, 

Xew thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven 

3 If, on our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 

New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

4 Only, Lord, in Thy dear love 
Pit us for perfect rest above; 
And help us, this and every day, 
To five more nearly as we pray. 

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Every morning mercies new- 
Fall as fresh as morning dew; 
Every morning let us pay 
Tribute with the early day; 
For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure; 
Thy compassion doth endure. 

2 Still the greatness of Thy love 
Daily doth our sin remove; 
Daily, far as east from west, 
Lifts the burden from the breast; 
Gives unbought to those who pray 
Strength to stand in evil day. 

3 Let our prayers each morn prevail, 
That these gifts may never fail; 
And, as we confess the sin, 

And the tempter's power within, 
Feed us with the bread of life; 
Fit us for our daily strife. 

4 As the morning light returns, 
As the sun with splendor burns, 
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With our hands our hearts to raise, 
In unfailing prayer and praise. 

Greville Phillimore 

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Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
Christ, the true, the only Light, 

Sun of righteousness, arise, 

Triumph o'er the shades of night: 

Dayspring from on high, be near; 

Day star, in my heart appear. 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 
Unaccompanied by Thee; 

Joyless is the day's return, 

Till Thy mercy's beams I see: 
Till they inward light impart, 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

3 Visit then this soul of mine, 
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 

Fill me, Radiancy divine, 
Scatter all my unbelief: 
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"Dayspring of eternity, 

Brightness of the Father's glory, 
Dawn on 08, that we may see 

Clouds and darkness flee before Thee. 
Drive afar, with conquering might, 

All our night. 
2 Let Thy grace, like morning dew, 

Fall on hearts in Thee confiding, 
Thy sweet comfort, ever new, 

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Fill onr souls with strength abiding; 
And Thy quickening eyes behold 

Thy dear fold. 
3 Lead us to the golden shore, 

O Thou rising Sun of morning, 
Lead where tears shall flow no more, 

Where all sighs to songs are turning, 
Where Thy glory sheds alway 
Perfect day. 

Christian Knorr von Rosenroth 1684 
Tr. by Catherine Winkwcrth 186^ 

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Light of light, enlighten me! 

Now anew the day is dawning; 
Sun of grace, the shadows flee, 

Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning! 
With Thy joyous sunshine blest, 
Happy is my day of rest. 
2 Fount of all our joy and peace, 

To Thy living waters lead me: 
Thou from earth my Bool release, 



And with grace and mercy feed me; 
Bless Thy word that it may prove 
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 
3 Let me with my heart to-day, 

" Holy, holy, holy," singing. 
Rapt awhile from earth away, 

All mv soul to Thee up-springing, 
Have a foretaste inly given, 
How they worship Thee in heaven. 

Benjamin Schmolk 1715 
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Now, when the dusky shades of night retreat- Still let Thy mercy, as of old, be near us, 
ing And lead us safely to Thy holy hill. 

Before the sun's red banner swiftly flee ; 3 So, when that morn of endless light is wak- 
Now,when the terrors of the dark are fleeting, j™ 

Lord, we lift our thankful hearts to Thee : And shades of evil from its splendors flee, 

2 Look from the height of heaven, and send Safe may we rise, this earth's dark vale 
to cheer us [still; forsaking, [with Thee. 

Thy light and truth, and guide us onward Through all the long bright day to dwell 

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Strength and Stay upholding all creation, 2 Grant to life's day a calm unclouded 

Who ever dost Thyself unmoved abide, ending, 

Yet day by day the light in due gradation An eve untouched by shadows of decay, 

From hour to hour through all its changes The brightness of a holy deathbed blending 
guide ; With dawning glories of the eternal day. 

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When, streaming from the eastern skies, 

The morning light salutes mine eyes, 

O Sim of righteousness divine, 

On me with beams of mercy shine: 

Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, 

And turn my darkness into day. 

2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King 

My morning sacrifice I bring, 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 

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Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood, 

And be my Advocate with God. 

3 When each day's scenes and labors close. 

And wearied nature seeks repose, 

With pardoning mercy richly blest, 

Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; 

And as each morning sun shall rise, 

O lead me onward to the skies. 

William Shrubsole 1813 
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Kindling with splendors fair the dawn is glow- Glory eternal. 

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With fervent hearts, let us all implore Him, blessed, 

Ruler almighty: Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in union, 

2 That He, our God, will look onus in pity, Whose praises be through earth's most dis- 
Send strength for weakness, grant us His tant regions 

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The light and darkness are of His disposing, Save Thee, Father, who Thine own hast 

And 'neath His shadow we to rest may made us; [lonely, 

yield us, But Thy dear presence will not leave them 

For He will shield us. Who seek Thee only. 

4 Father, Thy name be praised, Thy kingdom 
2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us; given ; 

Till morning cometh, watch, O Father,o'er us; Thy will be done on earth, as 'tis in heaven; 

In soul and body Thou from harm defend us; Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver 

Thine angels send us. Us, now and ever. Bohemian Brethren ah» 1530 

Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1858 

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Mid evening shadows let us all be watching, 2 That to the holy King our songs ascending 

Ever in psalms our deep devotion waking, We worthily, with all His saints, may 
And, with one voice, hymns to the Lord enter 

the Saviour, The heavenly temple, joyfully partaking 
Sweetly be singing. Life everlasting. 

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When the weary, seeking rest, 

To Thy goodness flee; 
When the heavy-laden cast 

All their load on Thee; 
When the troubled, seeking peace, 

On Thy name shall call; 
When the sinner, seeking life, 

At Thy feet shall fall.— Ref. 

2 When the worldling, sick at heart, 
Lifts his soul above; 

When the prodigal looks back 

To his Father's love ; 
When the proud man, in his pride, 

Stoops to seek Thy face ; 
When the burdened brings his guilt 

To Thy throne of grace: — Kef. 

3 When the stranger asks a home, 
All his toils to end; 

When the hungry craveth food, 

And the poor a friend; 
When the sailor on the wave 

Bows the fervent knee; 
When the soldier on the field 

Lifts his heart to Thee: — Ref. 



4 When the man of toil and care 
In the city crowd; 

When the shepherd on the moor 

Xames the name of God; 
When the learned and the high, 

Tired of earthly fame, 
Upon higher joys intent, 

Name the blessed name: — Ref. 

5 When the child, with grave fresh lip, 
Youth or maiden fair; 

When the aged, weak and grey, 

Seek Thy face in prayer; 
When the widow weeps to Thee, 

Sad and lone and low; 
When the orphan brings to Thee 

All his orphan woe: — Ref. 

6 When creation, in her pangs, 
Heaves her heavy groan; 

When Thy Salem's exiled sons 

Breathe their bitter moan; 
When Thy widowed, weeping Church, 

Looking for a home, 
Sendeth up her silent sigh — 

"Come, Lord Jesus, come: — Ref. 

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At evening time let there be light; 

Life's little day draws near its close ; 
Around me fall the shades of night, 

The night of death, the grave's repose; 

To crown my joys, to end my woes, 
At evening time let there be light. 
2 At evening time let there be light; 

Stormy and dark hath beeu my day; 
Yet rose the morn benignly bright, 




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At evening time let there be light. 
3 At evening time there shall be light; 

For God hath said,—" So let it be! " 
Fear, doubt, and anguish, take their flight, 

His glory now is risen on me; 

Mine eyes shall His salvation see; 
'Tis evening time, and there is light. 

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Through the day Thy love has spared us; 

Now we lay us down to rest ; 
Through the silent watches guard us, 
Let no foe our peace molest; 
Jesus, Thou our guardian be; 
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Dwelling in the midst of foes; 
Us and ours preserve from dangers; 
In Thine arms may we repose; 
And, when life's short day is past, 
Rest with Thee in heaven at last. 

Thomas Kelly 1806 



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Father, by Thy love and power 
Comes again the evening hour; 
Light has vanished, labors cease, 
Weary creatures rest in peace. 
Thou, whose genial dews distil 
Ou the lowliest weed that grows, 
Father, guard our bed from ill, 
Lull Thy children to repose. 
We to Thee ourselves resign, 
Let our latest thoughts be Thine. 
2 Saviour, to Thy Father bear 
This our feeble evening prayer; 
Thou hast seen how oft to-day 
We like sheep have gone astray; 
Worldly thoughts, and schemes of pride, 
Wishes to Thy cross untrue, 
Secret faults, and undescried 
Meet Thy spirit-searching view. 
Blessed Saviour, yet through Thee, 
Grant that these may pardoned be. 

EVENING SACRIFICE P. M. 



3 Holy Spirit, let Thy balm, 
Fall on us in evening's calm; 
Yet awhile, before we sleep, 
We with Thee will vigils keep. 
Lead us on our sins to muse, 
Give us truest penitence; 
Then the love of God infuse, 
Breathing humble confidence; 
Melt our spirits, mould our will, 
Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 

4 In our solitude be near, 
Through the hours of darkness drear; 
Then when shrinks the lonely heart, 
Thou, God, most present art. 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Watch o'er our defenceless head; 
Let Thy angels' guardian host 
Keep all evil from our bed; 

Till the flood of morning rays 
Wakes us to a song of praise. 

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The hours of day are over, 

The evening calls us home; 
Once more to Thee, O Father, 

With thankful hearts we come; 
For all Thy countless blessings 

We praise Thy holy name, 
And own Thy love unchanging, 

Through days and years the same. 

2 For this Lord, we bless Thee, 
For this, we thank Thee most, 

The cleansing of the sinful, 
The saving of the lost; 



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The Friend for ever nigh, 

The home prepared by Jesus 
For us above the sky. 

3 Lord, gather all Thy children 

To meet Thee there at last, 
When earthly tasks are ended, 

And earthly days are past; 
With all our dear ones round us 

In that eternal home, 
Where death no more shall part us, 

And night shall never come ! 

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Would calmly rest, 

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Abiding in the breast; 

5 Save that His will be done, 
Whate'er betide; 

Dead to herself, and dead 
In Him to all beside. 

6 Thus would I live: yet now 
Not I, but He, 

In all His power and love, 
Henceforth alive in me. 

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844 

The sun is sinking fast, 

The daylight dies, 
Let love awake, and pay 

Her evening sacrifice. 

2 As Christ upon the cross 
His head inclined, 

And to His Father's hands, 
His parting soul resigned; 

3 So now herself my soul 
Would wholly give 

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In whom all spirits live; 



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Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide; Who, like Thyself, ray guide and stay can be? 

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide : Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide 
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, with me. 

Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 4 1 f ear no f oe> with Thee at hand to bless: 

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Where is Death's sting ? Where, Grave, thy 
Earth's joys grow dim,its glories pass away ; victory ? 

Change and decay in all around I see; I triumph still 



O Thou who changest not, abide with me. 

3 I need Thy presence every passing hour; 
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 
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5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to 
the skies; [shadows flee; 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 
In life, in death, Lord, abide with me. 

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When the day of toil is done, 
When the race of life is run, 
Father, grant Thy wearied one 
Rest for evermore! 

2 When the strife of sin is stilled, 
When the foe within is killed, 

Be Thy gracious word fulfilled, 
Peace for evermore! 

3 When the darkness melts away 
At the breaking of the day, 

Bid us hail the cheering ray; — 
Light for evermore! 



4 When the heart by sorrow tried 
Feels at length its throbs subside, 
Bring us, where all tears are dried, 

Joy for evermore! 

5 When for vanished days we yearn 
Days that never can return, 
Teach us in Thy love to learn 

Love for evermore! 

6 When the breath of life is flown, 
When the grave must claim its own, 
Lord of life! be ours Thy crown — 

Life for evermore! 

John Ellerton 1 



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Holy Father, cheer our way 
With Thy love's perpetual ray: 
Grant us every closing day 

Light at evening-time. 
2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears 
When earth's brightness disappears: 
Grant us in our later years 

Light at evening-time 

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3 Holy Spirit, be Thou nigh 
When in mortal pains we lie; 
Grant us, as we come to die, 

Light at evening-time. 

4 Holy, blessed Trinity, 
Darkness is not dark to Thee: 
Those Thou keepest always see 

Light at evening-time. 

Richard Hayes Robinson 
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Now the day is over 
Night is drawing nigh ; 

Shadows of the evening 
Steal across the sky; 

2 Jesus, grant the weary 
Calm and sweet repose; 

With Thy tenderest blessing 
May our eyelids close. 

3 Grant to little children 
Visions bright of Thee; 

Guard the sailors tossing 
On the deep, blue sea. 

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4 Comfort every sufferer 
Watching late in pain; 

Those who plan some evil 
From their sins restrain. 

5 Through the long night-watches 
May Thine angels spread 

Their white wings above me, 
Watching round my bed. 

6 When the morning wakens, 
Then may I arise 

Pure, and fresh, and sinless 
In Thy holy eyes. 

Sabine Baring-Gould 1865 
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Soft the dews of eveuing fall, 
Twilight, with its friendly pall 
Folds about earth's beating heart, 
Bids the weary day depart. 
Through the cool aud darkliug air, 
Father! hear our evening prayer, 
2 All the long, bright, busy day, 
Toil has worn our strength away; 
Trembling limbs and furrowed brow, 
At the mercy-seat we bow. 
Thou canst lift each weight of care, 
Father 1 hear our evening prayer! 

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In a vast and rapid throng, 

Oft our sinking souls assail — 
Let them not, Lord, prevail. 
Be our guard in every snare — 
Father! hear our eveuing prayer! 

4 Keep us till morn's rosy gleam 
Wakens us from happy dream; 
Give us daily strength and peace, 

Till life's days and nights shall cease — 
Then — Thy final rest to share — 
Father! hear our evening prayer! 

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1 love to steal awhile away 
From every cumbering care, 

And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love, in solitude, to shed 
The penitential tear; 

And all His promises to plead 
Where none bat God can hear. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 
And future good implore; 



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On Him whom I adore. 

4 I love, by faith, to take a view 
Of brighter scenes in heaven; 

The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
May its departing ray 

Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

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851 

JNow from labor and from care 
Evening hours have set me free, 

In the work of praise and prayer, 
Lord, I would converse with Thee: 

behold me from above, 

Fill me with a Saviour's love. 

2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe 
Wither all my earthly joys; 

Naught can charm me here below, 

DUKE ST. L. M. 



But my Saviour's melting voice; 
Lord, forgive, Thy grace restore, 
Make me Thine for evermore. 
3 For the blessings of this day, 

For the mercies of this hour, 
For the gospel's cheering ray, 

For the Spirit's quickening power, 
Grateful notes to Thee I raise: 
O accept my song of praise. 

Thomas Hastings 1831 
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Great God, to Thee my evening song 

With humble gratitude I raise; 
let Thy mercy tune my tongue, 

And fill my heart with lively praise. 
2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 

And every gently rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 

And witness to Thy love and power. 



3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 
Of Jesus; His dear name alone 

I plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at Thy throne. 

4 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close; 
With sleep refresh my feeble frame; 

Safe in Thy care may I repose, 

And wake with praises to Thy name. 

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Go down, great sun, into thy golden west, And soon the storms of winter will be past, 

The day is done, the hours of labor And then comes summer, and the unsetting 

past; sun. 

The night's dark shadows deepen all around ; 3 And in that holier world of joy and peace, 

The day is over ; rest has come at last. Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest, 

2 And so our life to even-tide draws nigh, That none in this poor world have words to 

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God, that madest earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light; 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night. 
May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night. 



2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 

And, when we die, 
May we in Thy mighty keeping, 

All peaceful lie: 
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Do not Thou, Our God, forsake us, 
But to reign in glory take us 

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The heat and burden of the toilsome day, 
Be with me also in the silent night, 

Be with me when the daylight fades away. 

2 As Thou hast given me strength upon the 

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So deign at evening to become my guest ; 
As Thou hast shared the labors of the day, 
So also deign to share and bless my rest. 

3 Fraught with rich blessing,breathing sweet 

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No more is needed to complete my rest. 

4 Come, then, Lord, and deign to be my 

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come to bring me peace, and joy, and rest, 
To give salvation, and to pardon sin ! 

5 Bind up the wounds, assuage the aching 

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And let me, on a Father's loving heart, 
Forget my griefs, and find sweet rest at last. 

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Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon my sight away: 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, I would commune with Thee. 
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 



3 Soon, for me, the light of day 
Shall forever pass away: 

Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 
All of man's infirmity; 

Then, from Thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

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The day is gently sinking to a close, 3 Thou, who in darkness walking, didst appear 

Fainter,and yet more faint, the sunlight glows: Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer, 

Brightness of thy Father's glory, Thou, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms 
Eternal Light of light, be with us now; assail, 

Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be; And earthly hopes, and human succors fail: 

Midnight is glorious noon, Lord, with Thee. When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, 

And hear Thy voice, " Fear not, for it is I." 

2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end; 4 The weary world is mouldering to decay 
Onward to darkness and to death we tend: 



O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide, 
Be Thou our light in death's dark eventide; 
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, 
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 

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Its glories wane, its pageants fade away: 
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, 
May we arise, awakened by Thy call, 
With Thee, Lord, for ever to abide 
In that blest day which has no eventide. 

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Ixspirer and Hearer of prayer, 

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, 
My all to Thy covenant care, 

I, sleeping or waking, resign. 
2 If Thou art my Shield, and my Sun, 

The night is no darkness to me ; 
And, fast as my minutes roll on, 

They bring me but nearer to Thee. 



3 A sovereign Protector I have, 
Unseen, yet forever at hand; 

Unchangeably faithful to save, 
Almighty to rule and command. 

4 His smiles and His comforts abound, 
His grace, as the dew, shall descend; 

And walls of salvation surround 
The soul He delights to defend. 

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The day is past and over: 
All thanks, Lord, to Thee: 

We pray Thee that offenceless, 
The hours of dark may be. 

Jesus, keep us in Thy sight, 

And save us through the coming night. 

2 The joys of day are over: 
We lift our hearts to Thee ; 

And call on Thee, that sinless 
The hours of gloom may be. 

O Jesus, make their darkness light, 

And save us through the coming night. 

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3 The toils of day are over; 
We raise the hymn to Thee, 

Aud ask that free from peril 
The hours of fear may be: 
Jesus, keep us in Thy sight, 
And guard us through the coming night. 

4 Be Thou our souls' preserver, 
For Thou alone dost know 

How many are the perils 

Through which we have to go. 
loving Jesus, hear our call, 
And guard and save us from them all. 

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At even, ere the sun was set, 

The sick, Lord, around Thee lay; 

O in what divers pains they met, 
with what joy they went away. 

2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, 
Oppressed with various ills, draw near; 

What if Thy form we cannot see ? 

We know and feel that Thou art here. 

3 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; 
For some are sick, and some are sad, 

And some have never loved Thee well, 
And some have lost the love they had. 

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4 And none, Lord, have perfect rest, 
For none are wholly free from sin; 

And they who fain would serve Thee best, 
Are conscious most of wrong within. 

5 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; 
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; 

Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
The very wounds that shame would hide. 

6 Thy touch has still its ancient power, 
No word from Thee can fruitless fall; 

Hear in this solemn evening hour, 
And in Thy mercy heal us all. 

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Great God who knowest each man's need, 

Bless Thou our watch and guard our sleep; 
Forgive our sins of thought and deed, 

And in Thy peace Thy servants keep. 
2 We thank Thee for the day that's done, 

We trust Thee for the days to be; 
Thy love we learn in Christ Thy Son — 

O may we all His glory see! 

Emily Tennyson 

862 

My God, how endless is Thy love: 
Thy gifts are every evening new; 



And morning mercies from above, 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
Great guardian of my sleeping hours; 

Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to Thy command; 
To Thee I consecrate my days; 

Perpetual blessings from Thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

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God of the sunlight hours, how sad 

Would evening shadows be, 
Or night, in deeper sable clad, 

If, aught were dark to Thee. 
2 How mournfully that golden gleam 

Would touch the thoughtful heart, 
If, with its soft, retiring beam, 

We saw Thy love depart. 



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3 But though the sunset hours may hide, 
Those gentle rays awhile, 

Yet they who in Thy house abide, 
Shall ever share Thy smile. 

4 Then let creation's volume close, 
Though every page be bright; 

On Thine, still open, we repose 
With more intense delight. 

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Hail, tranquil hour of closing day, 

Begone, disturbing care; 
And look, my soul, from earth away 

To Him who heareth prayer. 

2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 
Before His throne of grace, 

While, to the contrite spirit's sense, 
He shows His smiling face. 

3 How sweet, thro' long-remembered years, 
His mercies to recall, 



And pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, 
To trust His love for all. 

4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 
Beyond this fading sky, 

And hear Him call His children up 
To His fair home on high. 

5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 
To dawn beyond the west; 

So let my soul, in life's last even, 



Retire to glorious rest. 



Leonard Bacon 1845 



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The swift declining day, 

How fast its moments fly! 
While evening's broad and gloomy shade 

Gains on the western sky. 

2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, 
And use the hours of light; 

And know, its Maker can command 
At once eternal night. 

3 Give glory to the Lord, 

Who rules the whirling sphere: 
Submissive at His footstool bow, 
And seek salvation there. 

4 Then shall new lustre break 
Through death's impending gloom, 

And lead you to unchanging light 
In your celestial home. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 

866 

To-morrow, Lord, is Thine, 

Lodged in Thy sovereign hand; 

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It shines by Thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 
And bears our life away; 

O make Thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3 Since on this winged hour 
Eternity is hung, 

Waken, by Thine almighty power, 
The aged and the young. 

4 One thing demands our care, 
be it still pursued; 

Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renewed. 

5 To Jesus may we fly, 
Swift as the morning light, 

Lest life's young golden beams should die 
In sudden, endless night. 

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Glory to Thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light; 
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
The ill that I this day have done; 
That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace, may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread, 
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Rise glorious at the awful day. 

4 O may my soul on Thee repose; 
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God when I awake. 

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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The radiant mora hath passed away, 

And spent too soon her golden store; 
The shadows of departing day 
Creep on once more. 

2 Our life is but an autumn day, 

Its glorious noon how quickly past; 
Lead us, Christ, Thou living Way, 
Safe home at last. 

3 by Thy soul-inspiring grace 
Uplift our hearts to realms on high; 

RENOVATION S. M. 



Help us to look to that bright place 
Beyond the sky, 

4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace> 
In undivided empire reign, 

And thronging angels never cease 
Their deathless strain; 

5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, 
And evening shadows never fall, 

Where Thou, eternal Light of light, 
Art Lord of all. 

Godfrey Thring 1866 

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The day, Lord, is spent, 

Abide with us, and rest; 
Our hearts' desires are fully bent 

On making Thee our guest. 

2 We have not reached that land, 
That happy land, as yet, 

Where holy angels round Thee stand, 
Whose sun can never set. 

3 Our sun is sinking now, 
Our day is almost o'er; 

Sun of righteousness, do Thou 
Shine on us evermore. 

John Mason Neale 1844 

870 

The day is past and gone, 
The evening shades appear; 



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The night of death draws near 

2 Lord, keep me safe this night, 
Secure from all my fears; 

May angels guard me while I sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

3 And when I early rise, 

To view the unwearied sun, 
May I set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

4 And when my days are past, 
And I from time remove, 

may I in Thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of Thy love. 

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Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus, 

While we breathe our evening prayer; 

Save us from all harm and danger, 
Take us 'neath Thy sheltering care. 

2 Shield us from the wiles of Satan, 
From the perils of this night; 

Safely may Thy guardian angels 
Keep us in their watchful sight. 

3 Gentle Jesus! look in pity 
From Thy glorious throne above; 

Though we sleep, Thy heart is wakeful, 
Still for us it beats with love. 

4 Shades of evening fast are falling, 
Day is fading into gloom; 

When our earthly life is ended, 
Lead Thy ransomed children home. 

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872 

Tarry with me, my Saviour! 

For the day is passing by; 
See! the shades of evening gather, 

And the night is drawing nigh. 

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
Paler now the glowing west, 

Swift the night of death advances; 
Shall it be the night of rest ? 

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 
Lord, I cast myself on Thee; 

Tarry with me through the darkness; 
While I sleep, still watch by me. 

4 Tarry with me, my Saviour! 

Lay my head upon Thy breast. 
Till the morning; then awake me, 
Morning of eternal rest! 

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Vainly through night's weary hours, 

Keep we watch, lest foes alarm; 
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, 

But for God's protecting arm. 
2 Yain were all our toil and labor, 

Did not God that labor bless; 
Vain, without His grace and favor, 

Every talent we possess. 



3 Vainer still the hope of heaven, 
That on human strength relies; 

But to him shall help be given, 
Who in humble faith applies. 

4 Seek we, then the Lord's Anointed; 
He will grant us peace and rest: 

Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, 

Who through Christ his prayer addressed. 

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874 

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou be near: 
may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep, 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine 
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 
With blessings from Thy boundless store; 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 

Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 

6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take; 






Till, in the ocean of Thy love, 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

John Keble 1827 

875 

Thus far the Lord has led me on, 

Thus far His power prolongs my days; 

And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of His grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I, perhaps, am near my home; 

But He forgives my follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep; 
Peace is the pillow for my head, 

While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 

4 Faith in His name forbids my fear; 
may Thy presence ne'er depart; 

And, in the morning, make me hear 
The love and kindness of Thy heart. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 

Ere repose our spirits seal; 
Sin and want we come confessing, 

Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 
2 Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrows past us fly, 
Angel -guards from Thee surround us, 






3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
Darkness cannot hide from Thee; 

Thou art He who, never weary, 
Watchest where Thy people be. 

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
And our couch become our tomb, 

May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom. 

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Harp, awake! Tell out the story 

Of our love, aud joy, aud praise! 

Lute, awake! Awake our glory! 

Join a thankful song to raise. 

Sing we, brethren, faithful-hearted, 

Lift the solemn voice again, 

O'er another year departed 

Of our threescore years and ten. 

2 Gracious Saviour, Thou hast lengthened, 

And hast blest our mortal span, 

And in our weak hearts hast strengthened, 

What Thy grace alone began: 

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Still, when danger shall betide us, 
Be Thy warning whisper heard; 
Keep us at Thy feet, and guide us 
By Thy Spirit and Thy word. 
3 Let Thy favor and Thy blessing 
Crown the year we now begin; 
Let us all, Thy strength possessing, 
Grow in grace, and vanquish sin. 
Storms are round us, hearts are quailing, 
Signs in heaven and earth and sea; 
But, when heaven and earth are failing, 
Saviour, we will trust in Thee. 

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Standing at the portal 

Of the opening year, 
Words of comfort meet us, 

Hushing every fear; 
Spoken through the silence 

By our Father's voice, 
Tender, strong, and faithful, 

Making us rejoice. — Cho. 
2 "I, the Lord, am witli thee, 

Be thou not afraid! 
I will keep and strengthen, 

Be thou not dismayed! 
Yea, I will uphold thee 

With My own right hand! 
Thou art called and chosen 

In My sight to stand." — Cho. 



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3 For the year before us, 
O, what rich supplies! 

For the poor and needy 
Living streams shall rise; 

For the sad and sinful 
Shall His grace abound; 

For the faint and feeble 
Perfect strength be found 

4 He will never fail us, 
He wili not forsake; 

His eternal covenant 

He will never break! 
Resting on His promise, 

What have we to fear ? 
God is all-sufficient 

For the coming year. — Cho. 

Frances Ridley Havergal 



1873 



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Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home; 
Life is but a winter's day, 

A journey to the tomb; 
Youth and vigor soon will flee, 

Blooming beauty lose its charms; 
All that's mortal soon will be 

Enclosed in death's cold arms. 



2 Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home; 
Life is but a winter's day, 

A journey to the tomb; 
But the Christian shall enjoy 

Health and beauty soon, above, 
Far beyond the world's annoy, 

Secure in Jesus' love. 

John Burton 1815 



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Come, let us anew our journey pursue, 

Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master appear. 
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 

And our talents improve, 
By the patience of hope, and the labor of 

love. 
2 Our life is a dream ; our time, as a stream, 

Glides swiftly away, 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 

FESTUS L. M. 



The arrow is flown, — the moment is gone; 

The millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 
3 0, that each in the day of His coming may 

" I have fought my way through: [^ay, 

I have finished the work Thou didst give me 

to do! " [glad word, 

0, that each from his Lord may receive the 

"Well and faithfully done! [throne! " 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 

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Great God, we sing that mighty hand, 
By which supported still we stand: 
The opening year Thy mercy shows; 
Let mercy crown it till it close. 
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by our God- 
By His incessant bounty fed, 
By His unerring counsel led. 




3 With grateful hearts the past we owrv 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to Thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 

Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 

Philip Doddridge 



THE YEAR 



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While with ceaseless course the sun, 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Never more to meet us here: 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little none can know. 
2 As the winged arrow flies 

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As the lightning from the skies 

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Bear us down life's rapid stream: 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 

All below is but a dream. 
3 Thanks for mercies past receive; 

Pardon of our sins renew; 
Teach us henceforth how to live 

With eternity in view: 
Bless Thy word to young and old; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love; 
And when life's short tale is told, 

May we dwell with Thee above. 

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Break, new-born year, on glad eyes break! 

Melodious voices move! 
On, rolling Time! Thou canst not make 

The Father cease to love. 

2 Our hearts in tears may oft run o'er; 
But, Lord, Thy smile still beams; 

Our sins are swelling evermore; 
But pardoning grace still streams. 

3 Lord, from this year more service win, 
More glory, more delight! 



make its hours less sad with sin, 
Its days with Thee more bright! 

4 Then we may bless its precious things, 
If earthly cheer should come; 

Or gladsome mount on angel wings, 
If Thou wouldst take us home. 

5 O golden then the hours must be! 
The year must needs be sweet: 

Yes, Lord, with happy melody 
Thine opening grace we greet. 

Thomas Hornblower Gill 1855 



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Over land and sea, 
Happy light is flowing 

Bountiful and free. 
Every thing rejoices 

In the mellow rays, 
All earth's thousand voices 

Swell the psalm of praise. 

2 God's free mercy streameth 

Over all the world, 
And His banner gleameth 

Everywhere unfurled. 
Broad and deep and glorious 

As the heaven above. 
Shines in might victorious 

His eternal Love. 

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3 Lord, upon our blindness, 
Thy pure radiance pour; 

For Thy loving-kindness 
Make us love Thee more. 

And when clouds are drifting 
Dark across our sky. 

Then, the veil uplifting, 
Father, be Thou nigh 

4 We will never doubt Thee, 
Though Thou veil Thy light: 

Life is dark without Thee; 

Death with Thee is bright. 
Light of light! Shine o'er us 

On our pilgrim way, 
Go Thou still before us 

To the endless day. 

William Walsham How 
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Eternal Source of every joy, 
Well may Thy praise our lips employ, 
While iu Thy temple we appear, 
To hail Thee, Sovereign of the year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports and guides the whole: 
The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 

And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, 
Perfumes the air and paints the land; 
The summer rays with vigor shine, 

To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 



4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores; 
And winters, softened by Thy care, 

±so more a face of horror wear. 

5 Seasons,andmouths,and weeks,and daysj 
Demand successive songs of praise; 
And be the grateful homage paid, 
With morning light and evening shade. 

6 Here in Thy house let incense rise, 
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; 
Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

Philip Doddridge 1740 



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Raise the song of Harvest-home 1 
All is safely gathered in, 
Ere the winter storms begin; 
God our Maker doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied: 
Come to God's own temple, come: 
Raise the song of Harvest-home! 
2 All the world is God's own field, 
Fruit unto His praise to yield; 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown: 
First the blade, and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear: 
Lord of Harvest, grant that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be? 



3 For the Lord our God shall come, 
And shall take His harvest home; 
From His field shall in that day 
All offences purge away; 

Give His angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast; 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In His garner evermore. 

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come 
To Thy final Harvest-home! 
Gather Thou Thy people in 
Free from sorrow, free from sin: 
There, forever purified, 

In Thy presence to abide: 

Come, with all Thine angels, come: 

Raise the glorious Harvest-home! 

Henry Alford 



1841 



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To Thee, Lord, our hearts we raise 

In hymns of adoration, 
To Thee bring- sacrifice of praise 

With shouts of exultation: 
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, 

The hills with joy are ringing, 
The valleys stand so thick with corn 

That even they are singing. 
2 And now on this our festal day, 

Thy bounteous hand confessing, 
Upon Thine altar. Lord, we lay 

The first-fruits of Thy blessing. 
By Thee the souls of men are fed 

With gifts of grace supernal, 
Thou who dost give us earthly bread, 

Give us the Bread eternal. 



CAIRNBROOK P. M. 



3 We bear the burden of the day, 
And often toil seems dreary; 

But labor ends with sunset ray, 
And rest comes for the weary. 

May we, the angel-reaping o'er, 
Stand at the last accepted, 

Christ's golden sheaves for evermore 
To garners bright elected. 

4 0, blessed is that land of God, 
Where saints abide for ever; 

Where golden fields spread far and broad, 
Where flows the crystal river: 

The strains of all its holy throng 
With ours to-day are blending; 

Thrice blessed is that harvest-song 
Which never hath an ending. 

William Chatterton Dix 1871 




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Earth below is teeming, 

Heaven is bright above; 
Every brow is beaming 

In the light of love; 
Every eye rejoices, 

Every thought is praise; 
Happy hearts and voices 

Gladden nights and days. 
Ref. — Almighty Giver! 
Bountiful and free, 
As the joy in harvest 
Joy we before Thee, 
2 For the sun and showers, 

For the rain and dew, 
For the nurturing hours 

Spring and Summer knew; 






For the golden Autumn, 

And its precious stores, 
For the love that brought them 

Teeming to our doors. — Ref. 
3 Earth's broad harvest whitens 

In a brighter sun 
Than the orb that lightens 

All we tread upon; 
Send out laborers, Father! 

Where fields ripening wave, 
All the nations gather, 

Gather in and save. 
Ref. — Almighty Giver! 
Bountiful and free, 
Then as joy in harvest 
We shall joy in Thee. 

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 



1863 



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Praise, praise the Lord of harvest, — 

Providence and Love! 
Praise Him in His earthly temples, 
And above! 

2 Sing Him thanks for all the bounties 

Of His gracious hand, 
Smiling peace and welcome plenty, 
O'er our land. 



3 Now the Church of God in patience 
Waits her Harvest-home, 

Till, with angels for His reapers, 
Christ shall come. 

4 May we all be safely gathered, 
At the Master's word, 

In the everlasting garner, 
With the Lord. 

James Hamilton 1865 



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Here we, to-day, amidst our flowers 
And fruits, have come to own again 

The blessings of the summer hours, 
The early and the latter rain. 

2 To see our Father's hand once more 
Reverse for us the plenteous horn 

Of Autumn, filled and running o'er 

With fruit, and flower, and golden corn. 

3 Once more the liberal year laughs out 
O'er richer stores than gems or gold, 

Once more, with harvest song and shout, 
Is nature's bloodless triumph told. 

SWANTON 6s, 4 s. 



4 O favors every year made new! 

gifts with rain and suushine sent! 
The bounty overruns our due, 

The fulness shames our discontent 

5 We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on; 
We murmur, but the corn ears fill; 

We choose the shadow, but the sun 
That casts it, shines behind us still. 

6 Then let these altars wreathed with flowers 
And piled with fruits, awake again 

Thanksgiving for the golden hours, 
The early and the latter rain. 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

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The God of Harvest praise, 
In loud thanksgivings raise 

Hand, heart, and voice; 
The valleys laugh and sing, 
Forests and mountains ring, 
The plains their tribute bring, 

The streams rejoice. 

2 Yea, bless His holy name, 

And joyous thanks proclaim 

Through all the earth; 



To glory in your lot 
Is comely; but be not 
God's benefits forgot 

Amidst your mirth. 
3 The God of Harvest praise; 
Hands, hearts, and voices raise 

With one accord; 
From field to garner throng, 
Bearing your sheaves along, 
And in your harvest song 

Bless ye the Lord. 

James Montgomery 1825 



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Christ, by heavenly hosts adored, 
Gracious, Mighty, Sovereign Lord, 
God of nations, King of kings, 
Head of all created things, 
By the Church with joy confessed, 
God o'er all forever blest j 
Pleading at Thy throne we stand, 
Save Thy people, bless our land. 
2 On our fields of grass and grain 
Drop, Lord, the kindly rain; 
O'er our wide and goodly land 
Crown the labors of each hand; 

JUSTIN 7 s 



Let Thy kind protection be 
O'er our commerce on the sea ; 
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, 
Bless Thy people, bless our land. 
3 Let our rulers ever be 
Men that love and honor Thee; 
Let the powers by Thee ordained, 
Be in righteousness maintained: 
In the people's hearts increase 
Love of piety and peace; 
Thus, united, we shall stand 
One wide, free, and happy land. 

Henry Harbaugh 



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893 

Praise, praise our God and King, 
Hymns of adoration sing; 
For His mercies still endure 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 Praise Him that He made the sun 
Day by day his course to run; 

And the silver moon by night, 
Shining with her gentle light. 

3 Praise Him that He gave the rain 



And hath bid the fruitful field 
Crops of precious increase yield. 

4 Praise Him for our harvest-store, 
He hath filled the garner-floor; 
And for richer food than this, 
Pledge of everlasting bliss. 

5 Glory to our bounteous King; 
Glory let creation sing; 

Glory to the Father, Son, 
And blest Spirit, Three in One. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 



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Mighty God! while angels bless Thee, 

May a mortal sing Thy name ? 
Lord of men as well as angels, 

Thou art every creature's theme. 
Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days, 
Sounded through the wide creation 

Be Thy just and endless praise. 

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought; 
For the wonders of creation, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought; 
For Thy providence, that governs 

Through Thine empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; 

Blessed be Thy gentle reign. 

MONKLAND 




3 For Thy rich, Thy free redemption, 
Bright, though veiled in darkness long, 

Thought is poor, and poor expression; 

Who can sing that wondrous song ? 
Brightness of the Father's glory, 

Shall Thy praise unuttered lie ? 
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence, 

Sing the Lord who came to die. 

4 From the highest throne of glory, 
To the cross of deepest woe, 

Thou didst stoop to ransom captives; 

Flow, my praise, for ever flow: 
Re-ascend, Immortal Saviour! 

Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne, 
Thence return, and reign for ever, 

Be the kingdom all Thine own. 

Robert Robinson 1774 



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895 

We plough the fields and scatter 

The good seed on the land, 
But it is fed and watered 

By God's almighty hand; 
He sends the snow in winter, 

The warmth to swell the grain, 
The breezes and the sunshine, 

And soft refreshing rain. 
Ref.-A11 good gifts around us 

Are sent from heaven above, 
Then thank the Lord,0 thank the Lord, 
For all His love. 
2 He only is the Maker 
Of all things near and far; 



He paints the wayside flower, 

He lights the evening star; 
The winds and waves obey Him, 

By Him the birds are fed; 
Much more to us, His children, 

He gives our daily bread. — Ref. 
3 We thank Thee then, O Father, 

For all things bright and good, 
The seed-time and the harvest, 

Our life, our health, our food; 
Accept the gifts we offer 

For all Thy love imparts, 
And what Thou most desirest, 

Our humble, thankful hearts.- 

Mathias Claudius 
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Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days! 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 

2 For the blessings of the field, 
For the stores the gardens yield; 
For the fruits in full supply, 
Ripened 'neath the summer sky; 

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ; 
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; 



Clouds that drop their fattening dews; 
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 

4 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land; 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich o'erflowing stores: 

5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow; 
And for these my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld 177a 



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My country 'tis of Thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 
2 My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 



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3 Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song: 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

4 Our fathers' God, to Thee. 
Author of liberty, 

To Thee we sing: 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by Thy might, 

Great God, our King. 



Samuel Francis Smith 1832 










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Dread Jehovah, God of nations, 

From Thy temple in the skies, 
Hear Thy people's supplications, 

Now for their deliverance rise. 
2 Lo, with deep contrition turning, 

Humbly at Thy feet we bend; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning; 

Hear us, spare us, and defend, 



3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 
Long and loud for vengeance call, 

Thou hast mercy more abounding, 
Jesus' blood can cleanse from all. 

4 Let that love veil our transgression, 
Let that blood our guilt efface: 

Save Thy people from oppression, 
Save from spoil Thy holy place. 

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God bless our native land: 
Firm may she ever stand, 

Through storm and night; 
When the wild tempests rave 
Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do Thou our country save 

By Thy great might. 

MAR LOW 



2 For her our prayer shall rise 
To God, above the skies; 

On Him we wait; 
Thou who art ever nigh, 
Guarding with watchful eye, 
To Thee aloud we cry, 

God save the State. 

Charles Timothy Brooks 
John S. Dwight 




900 

Great King of nations, hear our prayer, 

While at Thy feet we fall, 
And humbly with united cry 

To Thee for mercy call. 

2 Our fathers' sins were manifold, 
And ours no less we own; 

Yet wondrously from age to age 
Thy goodness hath been shown. 

3 When dangers, like a stormy sea, 
Beset our country round, 



To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, 
And help in Thee was found. 

4 With one consent we meekly bow 
Beneath Thy chastening hand, 

And pouring forth confession meet, 
Mourn with our mourning land. 

5 With pitying eye behold our need, 
As thus we lift our prayer; 

Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, 
Then let Thy mercy spare. 

John Hampden Gurney 1838 



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God, the All-Terrible! Thou who ordainest 

Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy 

sword! [reignest; 

Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou 
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord! 

2 God, the Omnipotent! mighty Avenger, 
Watching invisible, judging unheard! 

Save us in mercy, save us from danger; 
Give to us peace in our time, Lord! 



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Thy ways all holy, and slighted Thy word: 

Let not Thy wrath in its terror awaken; 
Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord! 

4 So will Thy people, with thankful devotion, 
Praise Him who saved them from peril and 

sword, 
Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, 
Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord ! 

Henry Fothergill Chorley 1854 



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O God, beneath Thy guiding hand, 
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; 

And when they trod the wintry strand, 
With prayer and psalm they worshipped 
Thee. 

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the 
prayer: 

Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
Shall onward, through all ages bear 

The memory of that holy hour. 



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Came with those exiles o'er the waves; 

And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
The God they trusted guards their 
graves. 

4 And here Thy name, God of love, 
Their children's children shall adore, 

Till these eternal hills remove, 

And spring adorns the earth no more. 

Leonard Bacon 183b 



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When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is 2 Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the 
streaming, [is gleaming, billow, [pillow, 

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy 

Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, 

cherish, [perish." Who cries in his anguish, " Save, Lord, or 

They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we we perish." 

Reginald Heber 1827 
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Star of peace, to wanderers weary! 

Bright the beams that smile on me; 
Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, 
Far, far at sea. 

2 Star of hope! gleam on the billow; 

Bless the soul that sighs for Thee, 
Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, 
Far. far at sea. 



3 Star of faith ! when winds are mocking 
All his toil, he flies to Thee; 

Save him on the billows rocking, 
Far, far at sea. 

4 Star divine! O safely guide him, 
Bring the wanderer home to Thee; 

Sore temptations long have tried him, 
Far, far at sea. 

Jane Cross Simpson 183c 



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905 

Eternal Father, strong to save. 
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, 
Who bid'st the mighty oeean deep 
Its own appointed limits keep; 

hear us when we cry to Thee 

For those in peril on the sea. 
2 Christ, whose voice the waters heard 
And hushed their raging at Thy word, 
Who walkedst on the foaming deep, 
And calm amid the storm didst sleep; 

hear us when we cry to Thee 

For those in peril on the sea. 

ROMBERG C. M. 
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3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood 
Upon the chaos dark and rude, 
And bid its angry tumult cease, 
And give, for wild confusion, peace: 

hear us when we cry to Thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

4 O Trinity of love and power, 
Our brethren shield in danger's hour; 
From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
Protect them wheresoever they eo; 

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee 
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 

William Whiting 
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Lord, be with us when we sail 

Upon the lonely deep, 
Our guard when on the silent deck 

The nightly watch we keep. 

2 We need not fear, though all around, 
'Mid rising winds, we hear 

The multitude of waters surge; 
For Thou, God, art near. 

3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm, 
The ocean and the land, 

All. all are Thine, and held within 
The hollow of Thy hand. 



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Rose high the angry wave, 

And Thy disciples quailed in dread, 
One word of Thine could save: 

5 So when the fiercer storms arise 
From man's unbridled will, 

Be Thou. Lord, present in our hearts 
To whisper, "Peace, be still." 

6 Across this troubled tide of life 
Thyself our pilot be. 

Until we reach that better land, 
The land that knows no sea. 

Edward Arthur Dayman 



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Tossed upon life's raging billow, 

Sweet it is, Lord, to know 
Thou hast pressed a sailor's pillow, 

And canst feel a sailor's woe: 
Never slumbering, never sleeping, 

Though the night be dark and drear, 
Thou the faithful watch art keeping, 

"All is well!" Thy constant cheer. 
2 And though loud the wind is howling, 

Fierce though flash the lightnings red, 
Though the storm-clouds dark are scowling 

O'er the sailor's anxious head: 

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Thou canst calm the raging ocean, 

All its noise and tumult still, 
Hush the billow's wild commotion, 

At the bidding of Thy will. 
3 Thus our hearts the hope will cherish, 

While to heaven we lift our eyes, 
Thou wilt save us ere we perish, 

Thou wilt hear our faintest cries: 
And, though mast and sail be riven, 

Life's short voyage soon is o'er: 
Safely moored in heaven's wide haven, 

Storms and tempests vex no more. 

George Washington Bethune 



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Safe upon the billowy deep, 
Loving Lord, Thy servants keep; 
Helpless, trusting pilgrims they, 
Guard them on their watery way. 

2 In the morning fill their sails, 
'Mid the dark, send favoring gales; 
If their sky be overcast, 

Calm the waves, and still the blast. 

3 Let Thy sunshine guide by day; 
Send at eve the starry ray; 



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Through the watches of the night, 
Be Thou, Lord, their shining light. 

4 Thus as hour by hour rolls by 
Watch with Thine unslumbering eye: 
Guide with Thine almighty hand 
Safe unto the haven-land. 

5 And at last, life's voyage o'er, 
Take us to the heavenly shore, 
Safe in port, to dwell with Thee 
Where there shall be "no more sea." 

Jlenry Coppee i88t 



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love divine and golden, 

Mysterious depth and height! 
To Thee the world beholden, 

Looks up for life and light; 
O Love divine and gentle, 

The blesser and the blest! 
Beneath Thy care parental 

The world lies down in rest. 
2 Love divine and tender, 

That through our homes dost move, 
Veiled in the softened splendor 

Of holy household love. 



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A throne without Thy blessing 

Were labor without rest, 
And cottages possessing 

Thy blessedness, are blest. 
3 God bless these hands united! 

God bless these hearts made one! 
Unsevered and unblighted 

May they through life go on: 
Here in earth's home preparing 

For the bright home above; 
And there for ever sharing 

Its joy where "God is Love." 

John Samuel Bewley Monseli 

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910 

How welcome was the call, 
And sweet the festal lay, 

When Jesus deigned in Cana's hall 
To bless the marriage day. 

2 And happy was the bride, 

And glad the bridegroom's heart, 
For He who tarried at their side 
Bade grief and ill depart. 

3 His gracious power divine 
The water- vessels knew; 

And plenteous was the mystic wine 
The wondering servants drew. 



4 Lord of life and love, 
Come Thou again to-day; 

And bring a blessing from above, 
That ne'er shall pass away. 

5 O bless as erst of old, 

The bridegroom and the bride; 
Bless with the holier stream that flowed 
Forth from Thy pierced side. 

6 Before Thy holy throne 
This mercy we implore; 

As Thou dost knit them, Lord in one, 
So bless them evermore. 

Henry Williams Baker 1861 



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911 

To Thee, Father throned on high, 

Our marriage hymn, we duly sing; 
Knit Thou the sacred bond we tie, 

And do Thou bless the wedding ring. 
Thy love, at first, in Paradise, 

It was that made one flesh of twain; 
Work Thou, while here our prayers arise, 

That sacred mystery, again. 
2 To Thee, Jesus, throned beside 

Thy Father's right hand, here we cry; 
True Bridegroom of Thy spotless bride, 

"With all Thy human love, draw nigh. 
Our human nature. Thy divine 

Has wedded, and in Thee, dear Lord, 
As Cana's water turned to wine, 

Its lost godlikeness is restored. 



3 Holy Ghost the Paraclete, 

Thee too we worship, God and Lord, 
And honor Thee, with praises meet, 

One with the Father and the Word. 
Lord and Life -giver, hear our prayer, 

Come, sanctify and bless, and guide, 
Strengthen, and shelter 'neath Thy care, 

The life of bridegroom and of bride. 

4 God Triune, whom heaven's host 
Adores, with sweet and ceaseless song; 

Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
To whom all worship doth belong; 

Hear, in these echoes faint and dim, 
Of chant and prayer and holy psalm, 

Their songs, the heavenly feast who hymn, 
The marriage supper of the Lamb. 

William Croswell Doane 188c 



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912 

All is bright and cheerful round us, 

All above is soft and blue: 
Spring at last hath come and found us; 

Spring and all its pleasures too: 
Every flower is full of gladness, 

Dew is bright, and buds are gay; 
Earth, with all its sin and sadness, 

Seem 3 a happy place to-day. 

2 If the flowers that fade so quickly, 
If a day that ends in night, 

If the skies that clouds so thickly 
Often cover from our sight, 



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If they all have so much beauty, 
What must be God's land of rest, 

Where His sons that do their duty, 
After many toils are blest ? 

3 There are leaves that never wither; 

There are flowers that ne'er decay: 

Nothing evil goeth thither; 

Nothing good is kept away. 
They that came from tribulation, 

Washed their robes and made them white, 
Out of every tongue and nation, 

Now have rest, and peace, and light. 

John Mason Neale i844 

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Nothing but the blossoms sweet, 

For the service of the suffering 
We would lay them at Thy feet. 



2 And we pray Thee to accept them, 
Frail and fading though they be, 

Thou dost count each service rendered 
To Thy sick, as done to Thee. 



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Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, 3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who 
Bloom from the garden, and flowers from have sickened, 

the field ; [carest Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom; 

Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast 
More for the love than the wealth that we quickened, [gloom, 

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2 Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the 
dying, [peace. 

Speak to their hearts with a message of 
Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying, 

Grant the departing a gentle release. 



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must wither; [must die; 

We, like these blossoms, must fade and 
Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever, 

Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky. 

Abel Gerald Wilson Blunt 

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Thine are all the gifts, God! 

Thine the broken bread; 
Let the naked feet be shod, 

And the starving fed. 

2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace, 

Give as they abound, 
Till the poor have breathing-space, 

And the lost are found. 



3 Wiser than the miser's hoards 
Is the giver's choice; 

Sweeter than the song of birds 
Is the thankful voice. 

4 Welcome smiles on faces sad 
As the flowers of spring; 

Let the tender hearts be glad 
With the joy they bring. 

John Greenleaf Whittier 



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Once in royal David's city 

Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
Where a mother laid her Baby, 

In a manger for His bed: 
Mary was that mother mild, 
Jesus Christ her little Child. 

2 He came down to earth from heaven 
Who is God and Lord of all, 

And His shelter was a stable, 
And His cradle was a stall; 
With the poor, and mean, and lowly, 
Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 

3 And,through all His wondrous childhood, 
He would honor and obey, 

Love, and watch the lowly maiden 

In whose gentle arms He lay; 
Christian children all must be 
Mild, obedient, good as He. 



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4 For He is our childhood's pattern; 
Day by day like us He grew; 

He was little, weak and helpless, 

Tears and smiles like us He knew; 
And He feeleth for our sadness, 
And He shareth in our gladness. 

5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, 
Through His own redeeming love; 

For that Child so dear and gentle 

Is our Lord in heaven above; 
And He leads His children on 
To the place where He is gone. 

6 Not in that poor lowly stable, 
With the oxen standing by, 

We shall see Him; but in Heaven, 
Set at God's right hand on high; 
When like stars His children crowned, 
All in white shall wait around. 

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Lamb of God, I look to Thee; 
Thou shalt my example be; 
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild; 
Thou wast once a little child. 
2 Thou didst live to God alone; 
Thou didst never seek Thine own; 
Thou Thyself didst never please; 
God was all Thy happiness. 



3 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
In Thy gracious hands I am; 
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art! 
Live Thyself within my heart! 

4 I shall then show forth Thy praise; 
Serve Thee all my happy days; 
Then the world shall always see 
Christ, the Holy Child, in me. 

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7 No pillow under Thee To rest Thy head, On- ly the splintered cross Is 

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Come see the place where Jesus lay, 
And hear angelic watchers say 

" He lives, who once was slain : 
Why seek the living 'midst the dead ? 
Remember how the Saviour said 

That He would rise again." 
2 joyful sound! glorious hour, 
When by His own almighty power 

He rose, and left the grave! 
Now let our songs His triumph tell, 
Who burst the bands of death and hell, 

And ever lives to save. 



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3 The First-begotten of the dead, 
For us He rose, our glorious Head, 

Immortal life to bring; 
What though the saints like Him shall die, 
They share their Leader's victory, 

And triumph with their King. 

4 No more they tremble at the grave, 
For Jesus will their spirits save, 

And raise their slumbering dust: 
risen Lord, in Thee we live, 
To Thee our ransomed souls we give, 

To Thee our bodies trust. 

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The God of love my Shepherd is, 
My gracious, constant Guide; 

1 shall not want, for I am His: 

In all supplied. 

2 In His green pastures do I feed, 
And there lie down at will; 

He leads me in my thirsty need 
By waters still. 

3 His tenderness restores my soul, 
When sick and faint I roam; 

Shows the right path and makes me whole, 
Bearing me home. 






4 Yea! the dark valley when I tread 
No evil will I fear: 

Thy rod and staff dispel my dread; 
I feel Thee near. 

5 Thou spread'st my table 'mid my foes; 
The oil of grace is mine; 

My cup with mercy overflows 
And love divine. 

6 Goodness and mercy all my days 
My constant song shall be, 

Till heavenly anthems fill with praise 
Eternity. 

George Rawson 1852 



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We are soldiers of the cross, 
Oars the old, old story; 
Counting all our gains as loss 
But the gain lor glory. 
In the path our fathers trod 
With their faith unswerving; 
Heroes of the Church of God, 
So would we be serving. 

2 As we raise our martial song, 
Courage ne'er abating, 
Angel bands, a holy throng, 
On our steps are waiting. 



Soon the journey will be o'er, 
Passed each dark affliction; 
Let us think how Jesus bore 
Scourge and crucifixion. 

3 See the heavenly mansions bright 

Faithful hope adorning! 

Far behind us looms the night, 

But before, the morning: 

Onward, onward to the goal, 

Jesus goes before us; 

Come, come! each ransomed soul, 

Sound on high the chorus. 



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Around the throne of God a band 

Of glorious angels ever stand: 

Bright things they see, sweet harps they hold, 

And on their heads are crowns of gold. 

2 Some wait around Him, ready still 
To sing His praise and do His will; 
And some, when He commands them, go 
To guard His servants here below. 



3 Lord, give Thine angels every day 
Command to guide us on our way; 
And bid them every evening keep 
Their watch around us while we sleep. 

4 So shall no wicked thing draw near 
To do us harm or cause us fear; 
And we shall dwell, when life is past, 
With angels round Thy throne at last. 

John Mason Neale 



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Beneath the blood-red banner of our King — are bringing 

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Above the clear blue sky, 

In Heaven's bright abode, 
The angel host on high 
Sing praises to their God: 
Alleluia ! 
They love to sing 
To God their King 
Alleluia! 

2 But God from children's tongues 

On earth receiveth praise; 
We then our cheerful songs 
In sweet accord will raise: 
Alleluia! 
We too will sing 
To God our King 
Alleluia! 



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Every morning the red sun 

Rises warm and bright; 
But the evening cometh on, 

And the dark, cold night: 
There's a bright land far away, 
Where 'tis never-ending day. 

2 Every spring the sweet young flowers 
Open fresh and gay, 

Till the chilly autumn hours 

Wither them away! 
There's a land we have not seen, 
Where the trees are always green. 

3 Little birds sing songs of praise 
All the summer long, 

But in colder shorter days 



3 blessed Lord, Thy truth 
To all Thy flock impart, 

And teach us in our youth 
To know Thee as Thou art. 
Alleluia! 
Then shall we sing 
To God our King 
Alleluia ! 

4 0, may Thy holy word 
Spread all the world around! 

And all with one accord 

Uplift the joyful sound: 

Alleluia! 

All then shall sing 

To God their King 

Alleluia! 



John Chandler 1841 



They forget their song: 
There's a place where angels sing 
Ceaseless praises to their King. 

4 Christ our Lord is ever near 
Those who follow Him! 

But we cannot see Him here, 

For our eyes are dim: 
There is a most happy place, 
Where men always see His face. 

5 Who shall go to that fair land? 
All who love the right: 

Holy children there shall stand, 

In their robes of white; 
Eor that heaven, so bright and blest, 
Is our everlasting rest. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 



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2 Jesus is our Shepherd: 

Well we know His voice 
How its gentlest whisper 

Makes our heart rejoice; 
Even when He chideth, 

Tender is His tone: 
None but He shall guide us; 

We are His alone. 

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3 Jesus is our Shepherd, 
For the sheep He bled; 

Every lamb is sprinkled 
With the blood He shed; 

Then on each He setteth 
His own secret sign, — 

"They that have My Spirit," 
These, "saith He," are Mine." 

4 Jesus is our Shepherd; 
Guarded by His arm, 

Though the wolves may raven, 

None can do us harm; 
When we tread death's valley, 

Dark with fearful gloom, 
We will fear no evil, 

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When to Him fond parents brought 
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Little ones like me. 
2 Jesus did not answer nay, 
Bid them come another day; 
Jesus did not turn away 

Little ones like me. 



3 No, my Saviour's hand was laid, 
Softly on each infant head; 
Jesus, when He blessed them, said, 

" Let them come to Me." 

4 Babes may still His blessing share; 
Lambs are His peculiar care; 

He will in His bosom bear 
Little ones like me. 

Jane E. Leeson 1842 



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Like a cradle rocking, rocking, 

Silent, peaceful, to and fro, 
Like a mother's sweet looks dropping 

On the little face below, 
Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, 

Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow; 
Falls the light of God's face bending 

Down and watching us below. 

2 And as feeble babes that suffer, 
Toss and cry and will not rest, 

Are the ones the tender mother 
Holds the closest, loves the best, 

So when we are weak and wretched, 
By our sins weighed down, distressed, 

Then it is that God's great patience 
Holds us closest, loves us best. 

3 O great Heart of God! whose loving 
Cannot hindered be nor crossed; 

Will not weary, will not even 

In our death itself be lost — 
Love divine! of such great loving, 

Only mothers know the cost — 
Cost of love, which all love passing, 

Gave a Son to save the lost. 

Helen Maria Jackson 1873 



929 

Sweetly sing the love of Jesus! 

Love for you, and love for me; 
Heaven's light is not more cheering, 

Heaven's dews are not more free. 
As a child in pain or terror, 

Hides him in his mother's breast, 
As a sailor seeks the haven, 

We would come to Him for rest. 

2 Gladly sing the love of Jesus! 
Let us lean upon His arm. 

If He love us what can grieve us ? 

If He keep us, what can harm ? 
Still He lays His hands in blessing 

On each timid little face, 
And in heaven the children's angels 

Near the throne have always place. 

3 Ever sing the love of Jesus! 
Let the day be dark or clear, 

Every pain and every sorrow 

Bring His own to Him more near. 

Death's cold wave need not affright us 
When we know that He has died, 

When we see the face of Jesus 
Smiling on the Other Side! 

Mary Virginia Terhune 



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Jesus, King of glory 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 

Hear Thy children cry. 
Pardon our transgressions, 
Cleanse us from our sin; 
By Thy Spirit help us 

Heavenly life to win. 
Ref. — Jesus, King of glory, 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 
Hear Thy children cry. 

2 On this day of gladness, 
Bending low the knee 

In Thine earthly temple, 
Lord, we worship Thee; 

Celebrate Thy goodness, 
Mercy, grace, and truth, 

All Thy loving guidance 

Of our heedless youth. — Ref 

3 For the little children, 
Who have come to Thee; 

For the glad, bright spirits 
Who Thy glory see; 



For the loved ones resting 

In Thy dear embrace; 
For the pure and holy 

Who behold Thy face.— Ref. 

4 For Thy faithful servants 
Who have entered in: 

For Thy fearless soldiers 

Who have conquered sin; 
For the countless legions 

Who have followed Thee, 
Heedless of the danger, 

Ou to victory. — Ref. 

5 When the shadows lengthen, 
Show us, Lord, Thy way; 

Through the darkness lead us 

To the heavenly day. 
When our course is finished, 

Ended all the strife, 
Grant us with the faithful 
Palms and crowns of life. 
Jesus, King of glory, 

Throned above the sky, 
Jesus, tender Saviour, 
Hear Thy children cry. 

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The beautiful bright sunshine, 

That smiles on all below, 
The waving trees, the cool, soft breeze, 

The rippling streams that flow, 
The shadows on the hillsides, 

The many tinted flowers, 
O God! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this earth of ours. 
2 The beautiful affections 

That gather round our way, 
The joys that rise from household ties 

And deepen day by day; 



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The tender love that guards us 

Whenever danger lowers, 
God! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this earth of ours. 
3 But brighter is the shining, 

And tenderer is the love, 
And purer still, the joys which fill 

The unseen home above, — 
The home where all His children 

Shall sing with fuller powers, 
"0 God! how fair Thy loving care 

Has made this heaven of ours." 

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Son of God most high, 

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Hear thy children's cry. 

2 Give us holy freedom, 
Fill our hearts with love; 



Draw us, holy Jesus, 
To the realms above. 

3 Lead us on our journey, 

Be thyself the way 
Through terrestrial darkness 

To celestial day. 

George Rundle Prynne 1856 



LITTLEWOOD P. M. 



CHILDREN'S HYMNS 



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Where the Saviour waits to welcome the dear souls for whom He died, 
All across the darksome valley I can hear their anthems swelling, 

And amid the golden glory I can see them by His side, 
In the Home so far away I 



Far, far away, there's a haven deep and quiet, 

Where the noiseless waves lie sleeping on the mountain-sheltered shore, 
Where the surges never enter, where no stormy tempests riot, 

Where the sails are furled for ever and the ship goes out no more, 
From the Haven far away! 



3. 

So thitherward I travel, in gladness or in sorrow, 

Across these trackless waters, with His love to cheer me through 
And as every sunset closes, I can fancy that the morrow 

Will fire the heavenly mountains, with the Haven full in view 
And no longer far awayl 



R. E. Littlewood 1858 



462 



CALM S. M. D. 



DEATH AND THE RESURRECTION 



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One sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o'er and o'er, — 

Nearer my home, to-day. am I 
Than e'er I've been before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 
Where many mansions be; 

Nearer my Saviour's glorious throne: 
Nearer the crystal sea; 

3 Nearer the bound of life, 
Where burdens are laid down; 

Nearer to leave the heavy cross; 
Nearer to gain the crown. 

DAWN S. M. 



4 But, lying dark between, 
Winding down through the night, 

There rolls the deep and unknown stream 
That leads at last to light. 

5 E'en now, perchauce, my feet 
Are slipping on the brink, 

And I, to-day, am nearer home, — 
Nearer than now I think. 

6 Father, perfect my trust! 
Strengthen my power of faith! 

Nor let me stand, at last, alone 
Upon the shore of death. 

Phoebe Cary 



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Rest for the toiling hand, 

Rest for the anxious brow, 
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet, 

Rest from all labor now: 
2 Rest for the fevered brain. 

Rest for the throbbing eye: 
Through these parched lips of thine no more 

Shall pass the moan or sigh, 
o Soon shall the trump of God 

Give out the welcome sound 



That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, 
And breaks the turf-sealed ground. 

4 Ye dwellers in the dust, 
Awake! come forth and sing! 

Sharp has your frost of winter been, 
But bright shall be your spring. 

5 Twas sown in weakness here, 
'Twill then be raised in power: 

That which was sown an earthly seed, 
Shall rise a heavenly flower. 

Horatius Bonar 1S57 



DEATH AND THE RESURRECTION 



CHALVEY S. M. D. 






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A few more years shall roll, 
A few more seasons come, 
And we shall be with those that rest 
Asleep within the tomb. — Cho. 

2 A few more suns shall set 
O'er these dark hills of time, 

And we shall be where suns are not 
A far serener clime. — Cho. 

3 A few more storms shall beat 
On this wild rocky shore, 



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And surges swell no more. — Cho. 

4 A few more struggles here, 
A few more partings o'er, 

A few more toils, a few more tears, 
And we shall weep no more. — Cho. 

5 'Tis but a little while 
And He shall come again, 

Who died that we might live, Who lives 
That we with Him may reign. — Cho. 

Horatius Bonar 1856 



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No, no, it is not dying 
To go unto our God, 
This gloomy earth forsaking, 
Our journey homeward taking 
Along the starry road. 

2 No, no, it is not dying 
Heaven's citizen to be; 

A crown immortal wearing, 
And rest unbroken sharing, 
From care and conflict free. 

3 No, no, it is not dying 

To hear this gracious word, 
" Receive a Father's blessing, 
For evermore possessing 

The favor of Thy Lord." 



4 No, no, it is not dying 

The Shepherd's voice to know; 
His sheep He ever leadeth, 
His peaceful flock He feedeth, 

Where living pastures grow. 

5 No, no, it is not dying 
To wear a lordly crown; 

Among God's people dwelling, 
The glorious triumph swelling 
Of Him whose sway we own. 

6 O no, this is not dying, 
Thou Saviour of mankind! 

There, streams of love are flowing, 
No hindrance ever knowing; 
Here, drops alone we find. 

Caesar H. A. Malan 
Tr. by Robinson P. Dunn 



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LEOMINSTER S. M. D. 



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11 Forever with the Lord! " 

Amen! so let it be! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 

'Tis immortality. 
Here, in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 

A day's march nearer home. 

2 My Father's house on high, 
Home of my soul, how near 

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, 
Thy golden gates appear! 



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To reach the land I love, 

The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above! 

3 "Forever with the Lord!" 

Father, if 'tis Thy will, 
The promise of that faithful word 

E'en here to me fulfil. 
Knowing as I am known, 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne, 

"Forever with the Lord!" 

James Montgomery 



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1835 




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It is not death to die, 
To leave this weary road, 

And, 'midst the brotherhood on high 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 



From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty, 

4 It is not death to fling 
Aside this sinful dust, 

And rise on strong, exulting wing 
To live among the just. 

5 Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, 
Thy chosen cannot die; 

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife 
To reign with Thee on high. 

Caesar H. A. Malan 1841 
Tr. by George Washington Bethune 1847 



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Rest from thy loved employ: 
The battle fought, the victory won, 

Enter thy Master's joy. 
The voice at midnight came, 

He started up to hear; 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 

He fell, but felt no fear. ■ 

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"To meet thy God prepare! " 

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His spirit with a bound 

Left its encumbering clay; 
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, 

A darkened ruin lay. 

3 The pains of death are past, 

Labor and sorrow cease, 
And, life's long warfare closed at last, 

His soul is found in peace. 
Soldier of Christ, well done, 

Praise be thy new employ; 
And, while eternal ages run, 

Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 

James Montgomery 1825 
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Singly from Thy smile it flows; 

Peace and happiness are Thine; 
Mine they are, if Thou art mine. 

Augustus Montague Toplady 1776 



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Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep, 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet; 
With holy confidence to sing, 

That death hath lost his venomed sting. 

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, 
Whose waking is supremely blest; 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me 
May such a blissful refuge be; 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 

5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee 
Thy kindred and their graves may be; 

SWEDEN L M. 

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From which none ever wakes to weep. 

Margaret Mackay 1832 

944 

How blest the righteous when he dies, 
When sinks a weary soul to rest ; 

How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves th'expiring breast. 

2 So fades a summer cloud away; 

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er; 
So gently shuts the eye of day; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys; 
And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies; 

While heaven and earth combine to say, 
11 How blest the righteous when he dies ! " 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld 1773 



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Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb; 

Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
And give these sacred relics room 

To seek a slumber in the dust. 
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 

Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 

While angels watch the soft repose. 






3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son Tbed; 
Passed through the grave, and bless'd the 

"Rest here, blest saint, till, from His throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 

4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn; 
Attend, O earth, His sovereign word; 

Restore thy trust: a glorious form 
Shall then ascend to meet the Lord. 

Isaac Watts 1734 



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2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; 

Restonthy sheaves,thy harvest-task is done ; 
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, 

Soldier,go home ; with thee the fight is won. 

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Shall to the judgment-day in Jesus sleep. 
4 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 

In death's embraces, ere He rose on high; 
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 

Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 

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With silence only as their benediction, 

God's angels come, 
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, 

The soul sits dumb. 
2 Yet would we say w r hat every heart appro v- 

Our Father's will, [eth, 

Calling to Him the dear ones whom He loveth, 

Is mercy still. 



3 Not upon us or ours the solemn angel 

Hath evil wrought; 
The funeral anthem is a glad evangel; 
The good die not! 

4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not 

What He has given; [wholly 

They live on earth in thought and deed, as 

As in His heaven. [truly 

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468 



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Blest are they in Christ departed, 
Saith the word, brokenhearted! 
Through death's dark mysterious portal 
They have entered life immortal, 
Round them shines eternal day. 

2 Hard their warfare, great their burden, 
But the splendid goal and guerdon 
They have reached; and now, victorious, 

Wear the crowns and garlands glorious 
Which shall never fade away. 

3 Xo more fears, nor doubts, nor crying, 
No more sin, nor pain, nor dying, 

Xo more tears on any faces. 
In those holy, heavenly places 
Where love reigns forevermore. 

4 Lord, on us thy mercy lighten, 
With Thy love our sorrows brighten; 
Make our hope of heaven grow clearer, 






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For the loved ones gone before. 

Edwin Pond Parker 1889 

949 

Darling child, in slumber seeming 
Far away in happy dreaming, 
Still and breathless is thy sleeping, 
Heedless of our watch and weeping. 
Lord, have mercy upon us! 

2 While our hearts with grief are breaking, 
Thou to heavenly joy art waking; 
Clouds of sorrow o'er us glooming 
Shadow not thy life's sweet blooming. 

Lord, in mercy comfort us. 

3 Israel's Shepherd safely fold thee, 
In His bosom gently hold thee, 
And our feet in mercy guiding, 
Bring us where thou art abiding. 

Heavenly Father, hear our prayer. 

Edwii. pond Parker 1885 
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Let no hopeless tears be shed, 
Holy is this narrow bed. 

Alleluia. 

2 Death, eternal life bestows, 
Open heaven's portal throws. 

Alleluia. 

3 And no peril waits at last 
Him who now away hath passed 

Alleluia. 

4 Not salvation hardly won, 
Not the meed for race well run: 

Alleluia. 

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5 But the pity of the Lord 
Gives His child a full reward; 

Alleluia. 

6 Grants the prize without the course, 
Crowns, without the battle's force. 

Alleluia. 
1 Christ, when this sad life is done, 
Join us to Thy little one; 

Alleluia. 
8 And in Thiue o^n tender love, 
Bring us to the ranks above. 

Alleluia. 

Richard Frederick Littledale ] 
J. Barnby 



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Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; 

Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild, 
In his narrow bed he's sleeping, 

And no sigh of anguish sore 

Heaves that little bosom more. 

2 In this world of care and pain, 

Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave him 

To the sunny, heavenly plain 



Dost Thou now with joy receive him: 
Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
Now he dwells with Thee in light. 
3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 

Where he lives may soon be living, 
And the lovely pastures see 

That his heavenly food are giving: 
Then the gain of death we prove 
Though Thou take what most we love. 

Johann Wilhelm Meinhold 1851 
Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1658 



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Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its soul. 

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Days and moments quickly flying 
Speed us onward to the dead: 

0, how soon shall we be lying 
Each within bis narrow bed! 

2 Jesus, merciful Redeemer, 

Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice; 
Wake, 0, wake each idle dreamer 
Now to make the eternal choice! 

3 As a shadow life is fleeting; 
As a vapor so it flies: 

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For the bygone years, retreating, 
Pardon grant, and make us wise; 

4 Wise that we our days may number, 
Strive and wrestle with our sin; 

Stay not in our work, nor slumber 
Till Thy holy rest we win. 

5 Soon before the Judge all glorious 
We with all the dead shall stand; 

Saviour, over death victorious, 
Place us then on Thy right hand. 

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Now the battle-day is past; 

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Father, in Thy gracious keeping 

Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

2 There the tears of earth are dried; 

There its hidden things are clear; 
There the work of life is tried 

By a juster Judge than here. 
Father, in thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 



3 There the sinful souls that turn 
To the cross their dying eyes, 

All the love of Christ shall learn 

At His feet in Paradise. 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

4 "Earth to earth 
Calmly now the words we say 

Leaving him to sleep in trust, 

Till the Resurrection-day, 
Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 

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God of the living, in whose eyes 
Unveiled Thy whole creation lies; 
All sonls are Thine: we must not say- 
That those are dead who pass away; 
From this our world of flesh set free, 
We know them living unto Thee. 
2 Released from earthly toil and strife, 



All Thine, and yet most truly ours; 
For well we know, where'er they be, 
Our dead are living unto Thee. 
3 Thy word is true, Thy will is just; 
To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; 
And bless Thee for the love which gave 
Thy Son to fill a human grave. 



With Thee is hidden still their life; [powers, That none might fear that world to see, 
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2 Life's dream is past, 

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To rest in God, 

Waiting all His pleasure. 
3 Though we may mourn 

Those in life the dearest, 
They shall return, 

Christ! when Thou appearest. 
Soon shall Thy voice 

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Bidding rejoice 

All in Jesus sleeping. 

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The end of things created! 
The Judge of mankind doth appear 

On clouds of glory seated! 
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore 
The dead which they contained before; 

Prepare, my soul, to meet Him! 

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise 
At the last trumpet's sounding, 

Caught up to meet Him in the skies, 
With joy their Lord surrounding: 

No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 

His presence sheds eternal day 
On those prepared to meet Him. 



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3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 
Behold His wrath prevailing; 

For they shall rise, and find their tears 

And sighs are unavailing: 
The day of grace is past and gone; 
Trembling, they stand before the throne, 

All unprepared to meet Him. 

4 Great God, to Thee my spirit clings, 
Thy boundless love declaring, 

One wondrous sight my comfort brings, 

The Judge my nature wearing. 
Beneath His cross I view the day 
When Heaven and earth shall pass away, 
And thus prepare to meet Him. 

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Lo, He comes 1 with clouds descending, 
Once for favored sinners slain; 

Thousand thousand saints attending 
Swell the triumph of His train: 

Hallelujah! 
God appears on earth to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold Him, 
Robed in dreadful majesty; 

Those who set at naught, and sold Him, 
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 



3 Now redemption, long expected, 
See in solemn pomp appear: 

All His saints, by men rejected, 
Now shall meet Him in the air: 

Hallelujah! 
See the day of God appear. 

4 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, 
High on Thine eternal throne: 

Saviour, take the power and glory; 
Claim the kingdom for Thine own: 

O come quickly, 
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! 

Charles Wesley 1758 



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But woe to that dull servant, whom his 

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slumber in his eyes. 

2 Do thou, my soul, keep watch, beware lest 



comes to meet the Bride." 

4 Beware, my soul! take thou good heed, 

lest thou in slumber lie, [and vainly cry ; 

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Cry, "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy 

3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; 

my soul, slack not thy toil, 
But light thy lainp,and feed it well, and make 

it bright with oil; 

MERIBAH C. P. M. 



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5 To Thee, Saviour, now we bring the 

tribute of our praise, 
Too small for Thee, Bridegroom blest, but 

all that we can raise: 
All praise to Thee, great Three in One, the 

God whom we adore, [shall be no more. 
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Day of wrath! day of mourning! 
See once more the cross returning, 
Heaven and earth to ashes burning! 
O what fear man's bosom rendeth, 
When from heaven the Judge descendeth, 
On whose sentence all dependeth! 

2 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; 
Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth ; 
All before the throne it bringeth. 
Death is struck, and nature quaking, 
All creation is awaking, 

To its Judge an answer making. 

3 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? 
Who for me be interceding, 

When the just are mercy needing ? 



King of majesty tremendous, 
Who dost free salvation send us, 
Fount of pity! then befriend us! 

4 Think, good Jesus, my salvation 
Cost Thy wondrous incarnation; 
Leave me not to reprobation! 

Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, 
On the cross of suffering bought me. 
Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 

5 Day of sorrows, day of weeping, 
When, in dust no longer sleeping, 
Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! 
To the rest Thou didst prepare him; 
By Thy cross, Christ, upbear him; 
Spare, God, in mercy spare him. 

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When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come 
To take Thy ransomed people home, 

Shall I among them stand ? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at Thy right hand ? 

2 I love to meet among them now, 
Before Thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all; 
But can I bear the piercing thought, 
What if my name should be left out, 

When Thou for them shalt call ? 



3 Lord prevent it by Thy grace; 
Be Thou my only hiding-place, 

In this the accepted day; 
Thy pardoning voice, let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear, 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Among Thy saints let me be found, 
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, 

To see Thy smiling face; 
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace. 

Lady Huntington Selina Shirley 1765 



476 



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The goodly land I see, 

With peace and plenty blest; 
A land of sacred liberty, 

And endless rest: 
There milk and honey flow, 

And oil and wine abound, 
And trees of life forever grow 

With mercy crowned. 
2 There dwells the Lord, our King, 

The Lord, our righteousness: 
Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 

The Prince of peace, 
On Zion's sacred height, 

His kingdom still maintains, 
And glorious, with His saints in light, 

For ever reigns. 

BALCLUTHA L M. 







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3 He keeps His own secure; 
He guards them by His side; 

Arrays in garments white and pure 

His spotless bride; 
With streams of sacred bliss, 

With groves of living joys, 
With all the fruits of paradise, 

He still supplies. 

4 Before the great Three-One 
They all exulting stand, 

And tell the wonders He hath done 

Through all their land: 
The listening spheres attend, 

Aud swell the growing fame; 
And sing, iu songs which never end, 

The wondrous name. 

Thomas Olivers 177c 

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Thixe earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, — 
But there's a nobler rest above: 
To that our longing souls aspire, 
With cheerful hope and strong desire. 
2 Xo more fatigue, no more distress, 
Xor sin nor death shall reach the place; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 



3 Xo rude alarms of raging foes; 
Xo cares to break the long repose 
Xo midnight shade, no clouded sun; 
But sacred, high, eternal noon! 

4 long-expected day, begin, 
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! 
"Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death to rest with God. 

Philip Doddridge 



1737 



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This is not my place of resting, 
Mine's a city yet to come; 

Onward to it I am hasting, 
On to my eternal home. 

2 In it all is light and glory; 

O'er it shines a nightless day; 
Every trace of sin's sad story, 

All the curse, hath passed away. 

ENNERDALE S. M. 

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3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, 
By the streams of life along, 

On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
Turns our signing into song. 

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 
Soon we bid farewell to pain; 

Never more are sad or weary, 
Never, never sin again. 

Horatius Bonar 1845 
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965 

Come, we that love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known; 
Join in a song of sweet accord, 

And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 
That never knew our God; 

But children of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The men of grace have found 
Glory begun below; 

Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 Then let our songs abound, 
And every tear be dry; 

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 
To fairer worlds on high. 

Isaac Watts 1709 

966 

And is there, Lord, a rest, 
For weary souls designed, 



Where not a care shall stir the breast, 
Nor sorrow entrance find ? 

2 Is there a blissful home, 
Where kindred minds shall meet, 

And live, and love, nor ever roam 
From that serene retreat ? 

3 Are there bright, happy fields, 
Where naught that blooms shall die; 

Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields, 
And healthful breezes sigh ? 

4 Are there celestial streams, 
Where living waters glide, 

With murmurs sweet as angel-dreams, 
And flowery banks beside ? 

5 For ever blessed they, 
Whose joyful feet shall stand, 

While endless ages waste away, 
Amid that glorious land! 

6 My soul would thither tend, 
While toilsome years are given; 

Then let me, gracious God, ascend 



To sweet repose in heaven. 

Ray Palmer 



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The sands of time are sinkiug, 

The dawn of heaven breaks, 
The summer morn I've sighed for, 

The fair sweet morn awakes. 
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, 

But dayspriug is at hand, 
And glory, glory dwelleth 

In Irnmanuel's land. 
2 Christ, He is the fountain, 

The deep, sweet well of love; 
The streams on earth I've tasted, 

More deep I'll drink above: 



There, to an ocean fulness, 

His mercy doth expand, 
And glory, glory dwelleth 

In Irnmanuel's land. 
3 The bride eyes not her garments, 

But sees the Bridegroom's face; 
I gaze not on the glory, 

But on the King of grace; 
Not at the crown He giveth, 

But on His pierced hand; 
The Lamb is all the glory 

Of Irnmanuel's land. 

Anne Ross Cousin 1857 



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On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 

Where my possessions lie. 

2 the transporting, rapturous scene 
That rises to my sight: 

Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
And rivers of delight. 

3 All o'er those wide-extended plains 
Shines one eternal day; 

There God, the Son, for ever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

4 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, 
Can reach that healthful shore; 

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

5 When shall I reach that happy place. 
And be for ever blest ? 

When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in His bosom rest ? 

Samuel Stennett 1787 




969 

There is an hour of peaceful rest, 

To mourning wanderers given 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast, 

'Tis found above, in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls 
By sin and sorrow driven; 

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 
And all is drear but heaven. 

3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 
To brighter prospects given; 

And views the tempest passing by, 
The evening shadows quickly fly, 
And all serene in heaven. 

4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal bloom, 
And joys supreme are given; 

There, rays divine disperse the gloom: 
Beyond the confines of the tomb 
Appears the dawn of heaven. 

William Bingham Tappan 1818 



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When this passing world is done, 
When has sunk yon glaring sun, 
When I stand with Christ on high, 
Looking o'er life's history, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 
2 When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own, 
When 1 see Thee as Thou art, 



Love Thee with unsiniiing heart, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 
3 When the praise of heaven I hear, 
Loud as thunders to the ear, 
Loud as many waters' noise, 
Sweet as harp's melodious voice, 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 

Robert Murray McCheyne 1837 



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There is a City great and strong, 

Twelve gates of precious stones, 
With turrets and high battlements, 

Not needing li2:ht of suns; 
The streets aglow with fire of gold, 

It hath no sound of strife; 
In glory all its own it stands 

Beside the stream of Life. 

2 A joy is there that knows no cloy, 

A light that ne'er grows dim, 
A multitude that never cease 

From grateful praise and hymn; 
Lo, all the sainted sons of earth, 

And angels there I view; 
And there, vision glorious! 

There standeth Jesus too! 

VARINA C. M. D. 



3 Jesus, I know 'tis He; I see 
The mark of naii and spear; 

And on His face I catch the trace 
Of earth-time smile and tear; 

But on His brow a crown shines now, 
And bending hosts adore! 

'Tis He, 'tis He who on the tree 
The thorn-crown meekly wore! 

4 wondrous, fair Jerusalem, 
Shall I thy gates pass through? 

Thy jubilations surely join, 

Thy lordly splendors view? 
O Crucified,' O Glorified, 

May I Thy face behold, 
And join the ransomed as they sing 

Along the streets of gold. 

Denis Wortman 1880 

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The roseate hues of early dawn, 

The brightness of the day, 
The crimson of the sunset sky; 

How fast they fade away. 
for the pearly gates of heaven, 

O for the golden floor; 
O for the Sun of Righteousness 

That setteth nevermore. 
2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 

How fast they tire and faint; 
How many a spot defiles the robe 

That wraps an earthly saint. 



for a heart that never sins, 

for a soul washed white; 
O for a voice to praise our King, 

Nor weary day or night. 
3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, 

And grace to lead us higher; 
But there are perfectness and peace 

Beyond our best desire. 
O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, 

O by Thy life laid down, 
that we fall not from Thy grace, 

Nor cast away our crown. 

Cecil Frances Alexander 1853 



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There is a land of pure delight, 

Where saints immortal reign; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 

And pleasures banish pain. 
There, everlasting spring abides, 

And never- withering flowers: 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 

This heavenly land from ours. 
2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling 

Stand dressed in living green: 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 

While Jordan rolled between. 



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But timorous mortals start and shrink 

To cross this narrow sea, 
And linger, shivering, on the brink, 

And fear to launch away. 
3 O could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love 

With unbeclouded eyes; 
Could we but climb where Moses stood r 

And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 

Should fright us from the shore. 

Isaac Watts 1709 



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With milk and honey blest; 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice oppressed. 

1 know not, I know not 

What joys await us there! 
What radiancy of glory! 
What bliss beyond compare! 

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
All jubilant with song, 

And bright with many an angel, 
And all the martyr throng. 

The Prince is ever in them, 
The daylight is serene; 

The pastures of the blessed 
Are decked in glorious sheen. 

JERUSALEM C. M. 

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3 There is the throne of David; 
And there, from care released, 

The shout of them that triumph, 
The song of them that feast. 

And they, who with their Leader, 
Have conquered in the fight, 

For ever and for ever 

Are clad in robes of white. 

4 sweet and blessed country, 
The home of God's elect! 

O sweet and blessed country, 

That eager hearts expect! 
Jesus, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest! 
Who art, with God the Father, 

And Spirit, ever blest. 

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Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 

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O Mother dear, Jerusalem! 

When shall I come to thee? 
When shall my sorrows have an end? 

Thy joys when shall I see ? 
2 happy harbor of God's saints! 

sweet and pleasant soil! 
Tn thee no sorrow can be found, 

Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 



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Nor gloom, nor darksome night; 

But every soul shines as the sun; 
For God Himself gives light, 

4 my sweet home, Jerusalem! 
Thy joys when shall I see ? 

The King that sitteth on thy throne 
In His felicity ? 

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Voice of joy, eternal lay; 

Alleluia is the anthem 

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Which the angels sing, abiding 
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Exiles we, by Babel's waters, 
Sit in bondage, sore distressed. 

3 O thou King of endless glory, 
Hear Thy people as they cry; 

Grant us all our heart's deep longing 
In our home beyond the sky; 

There to Thee our Alleluia 
Singing everlastingly. 

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Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes 
I onward press to you. 

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 
Around my Saviour stand; 

And soon my friends in Christ below 
Will join the glorious band. 

6 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
My soul still pants for thee; 

Then shall my labors have an end 
When I thy joys shall see. 

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Jerusalem, my happy home, 

Name ever dear to me, 
When shall my labors have an end 

In joy, and peace, and thee? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 
And pearly gates behold; 

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
And streets of shining gold? 

3 when, thou City of my God, 
Shall I thy courts ascend, 

Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths have no end? 



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